I suppose everone comes to a turningpoint along life's graveled road
A place where they must stop, change directions,or rearrange the load
Some are looking for the pavement, and are sure that it lies strait ahead
Others listening and hearing Christ's calling, travel the way they'er led
One can gripe and complain because their road is much to steep and ruff
Bang their head against the grown and swear they have had enough
But who knows the turning point could lie just a little farther down the path
Where one can stop pick the flowers, and take the time to fish and laugh
Turning points are what you make them, this I have surely come to see
You can worry, you can fret, but not a thing will change for you or me
Only God is in control, so don't wait until the turning point to pray
Give God thanks for all the blessings you have had all along the way
Someday our journey of this world will end, our turning points in the past
And meeting the Lord I know he will greet me "I see your home at last".
