The path was broad, the travelled one,
it promised laughter, life, and fun,
So soon it proved to be a hoax
that oooooh, deceived so many folks.

I entered in to fill a need,
somehow I thought that lust and greed
Would fill the yearning deep inside...
how cruelly was my need denied.

In pride, I would not feel regret,
and continued on the journey yet,
Until addicted, chained within,
to every bent and twisted sin.

In such a state I wept and said
would be far better to be dead,
The demons hissed delight from hell,
my death would suit them all too well.

Then I recalled back down the road
an offer there to lift my load
By a stranger, gentle, kind,
who offered life and peace of mind.

I started back against the crowd,
they jeered and shoved and cursed out loud,
Oh gentle stranger hear my cry,
and rescue me or I will die!

I fell beneath the crowd and press,
awoke a bruised and blood.y mess,
Beneath the stars I scarce could see
a narrow path that called to me.



I could not walk but crawled a ways,
afraid and weak and in a daze
Onto the narrow path less worn
collapsing there 'til early morn.

Upon a bed of grass so cool
I awoke to see a pool,
Crystal clear, so pure and clean,
I crawled up to its edge to lean.

The pool revealed my image plain
and the gentle stranger slain
That mercy might be shown to me,
a wretched sinner though I be.

I wept to see the kind one slain,
into the pool tears dripped like rain,
And when the widening circles cleared
the stranger's image reappeared.

He wasn't dead! How could this be?
I'm evermore alive said he,
Come unto me, I'll give you rest,
life eternal, free and blest.

This I believe, Lord, you can do,
My Savior, God, I trust in you!
Such joy and peace o'rwhelmed my soul,
I felt so loved, forgiven, whole!



I walk the narrow path this day,
less travelled, but along the way
I've met new folks who just like me
were lost, undone, but now made free.

We walk the narrow path as one,
our aim to glorify the Son,
Just think, he promised he would be
there in the midst of two or three!

We gather 'round the pool, so clear,
to seek the face of Christ, so dear,
and when we truly search and look
into the pool, his Living Book,



We see the true plain image there
of who we are, but won't despair,
For our Savior's face we see,
the risen Christ, who died for me!

~Marie~


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