The path we walk is narrow
With no walls to mark the
sides
The trail often twists and
turns
Like the best of theme
park rides.
How are we to know the
way?
And how are we to stay,
Upon the one and only path
That leads to brighter
days?
How can we know with
surety
The truth of any thing?
When all around us people
claim
That truth is anything?
Are they all right?
Is every thought and dream
Equally true?
Can I hold to my own
musings
And still find my way to
You?
And what about this
“narrow gate”
You talk about in Luke?
Did You mean the way was
slim and small
Or was it just a fluke?
If truth means this is
right
And that this other thing
is wrong,
How can we think that
every thought
Can equally belong?
If Jesus claimed to be the
way,
The truth and to be light,
How can He we say He
wasn't
and still think we'll be
alright?
by. Jonathan E. Schaefer
11/12/2014
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