To some, to others

To some, to others

by Joel Howard

Your rod, your staff

To some means death

Your rod, your staff

To some means fear

Your arm, your strength

To some means separation

For me, a sign you're leading me

For me, the love that leadeth me

For us, our sure deliverance!

Your anger, your righteousness

To some means a woe to them

Your drawing near, your pertinence

To some means loss of life

Your discipline, your leadership

To some means damnation

For me, the hope of future grace

For me, the peace I need within

For us, the scent of heaven!

Your warning, your wisdom

To some means unpleasantness

Your fire, your jealous love

To some means condemnation

Your word, your speech

To some means hell's heat

For me, the stuff of second chance

For me, the best romance

For us, the gates of heaven!