"Two men, with views that don't agree,
A prophet, and a pagan he.
Their minds are set, on different tracks,
With views that clash, no turning back.
The prophet's faith is strong and true,
While pagan ways, seem old and new.

Though worlds apart, they must co-exist,
With different views, that must persist.
Each has a purpose, each has a plan,
One sees the light, but the other can't.
One guided by a righteous soul,
The other's soul, forever cold.

One seeks to find a way to soar,
While the other's heart is so full of gore.
Their lives are set, upon two paths,
One light, one dark, with varied tasks.
Balaam strives to serve the Lord,
To worship him, his sacred word.

While Balak bows to pagan gods,
With idols carved, from sacred rods.
Two men, with differing views,
Their actions show, what each pursues.
One in the light, one in the dark,
Their lives reflect their separate marks.

Balaam and Balak's paths collide,
Their different views, can't be denied.
Though Balaam clings to God's command,
Balak's path leads, to a different land.
With different views, they struggle through,
Their...