Poem: The Narrow Path

The Narrow Path

The narrow path,

We weren’t seeking to find.

The worldly path,

seemed quite all right.

Until the wicked closed in on us,

Until we had no friend we could trust,

Until we felt the enemy nearing,

Until we felt too weary.

The narrow path,

Often not sought,

The worldly path,

Is happiness bought.

Until money buys a bigger cage,

Until the thief caught must soon repay,

Until the sea shakes with righteous fury,

Until the waves crash down on the city.

On the narrow path,

We entered the gate,

For the worldly path,

Was surely our grave.

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