The Last Bit.
The tugs I feel in my easy chair.
Each tug tries to draw me near.
The tugs too I feel in my work chair.
Again each try to draw me near.
One is the tug of easy street
wanting to turn me into wormy meat.
The other tug is of toil and sacrifice
with no promise of anything nice.
I choose the tug of toil and sacrifice
That I might guide others to God's promised light.