It was a narrow gate
through which you must pass
full of dead men’s bones!
broken glass
and though it wasn’t fate
the die had been cast
you made your way along
seeking something there
for something that would last
your life would be short,
but now just in sight
you had to find something, anything
head straight for the light
the path was rugged, lonely and dark
but, for reasons unknown
you felt that you’d be alright
your first intentions were clean
and undefiled
but as time moved forward
you lost track of the inner child
bereaved and confused
you asked the Lord why?
but with time and experience
came His timely reply
you found that the drama
that weighed so heavily on your mind
would cause you without knowing
to willfully comply
you knew then that you must learn
to control your natural desires
or face the consequences
that justice might require
in the end you prayed
with all your might
for grace to intercede
or surely you would die,
but persevering found in Jesus
your own little light!
whatever it is we think we might want
aim before you shoot,
because if you don’t
someone else
always holds the gun!