The way indeed is
narrow;
The entrance to it strait.
Don’t think with
wicked baggage
To enter at the gate.
The heart of Christ
our Savior
Is big enough for all,
But He reserves
the pathway
For those who heed His call.
His call is
self-denial;
Repentance is His cry.
Before the
promised comfort,
He says that we must die.
No more allowed to
wander,
Like sheep who’ve gone astray,
He calls us to
surrender,
And walk the narrow way.
There is a way
that’s broader,
That doesn’t cramp your style,
And doesn’t make
much difference
‘Tween holy things and vile;
And lots of people
take it,
Who do just as they please,
Without a thought
or worry
Of God and His decrees.
All kinds of
speech and music
Are welcome on that road —
And every fad and
fashion,
However base the mode.
Some travellers
there are trying
To make themselves look good,
But none of them
has power
To live the way they should.
Some folks there
speak of Jesus,
And even call Him “Lord,”
But when they
stand before Him,
Expecting a reward,
He’ll tell them
they are sinners
Whom He has never known,
And into outer
darkness
In anguish they’ll be thrown.
The narrow way is
better,
Where sins are left behind —
With all the forms
and theories
That please the carnal mind.
By leading of the
Spirit,
Our carnal notions cease;
And trusting in
our Savior,
We find all joy and peace.
Nita Brainard, Harvey, ND, July 3, 2012