Matthew 7:13-14, “Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate, and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and na\rrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.”
Pardon my poetry, but I want to use every tool to shine a spotlight on the truths my Savior taught.
O ancient road, you narrow path, how few have trod on thee,
Established by our Lord’s own hand, it now stretches forth for me.
Thy entrance is as it has been, from time beyond my knowing,
Not hid by briers, nor overgrown, but few ever start their going.
O ancient trail, you are so straight, how do the throngs get lost?
Is it that, though they begin, they failed to count your cost?
Perhaps it’s that, so few do find, the Truth to lead their way.
They languish at thy very gate, even now they stand today.
Paul and Silas, James and John, Thomas, Bartholomew,
Began their journey, on thy course, began and finished, too.
O ancient road, if you would speak, what stories would you tell?
Of battles fought, of saints besieged, by torture and travail.
And now it’s me, before thy gate, held by Christ lest I fall,
The journey starts! A cheer resounds! Thy traveled saints do call!
by G. W. Moore