God made the path narrow
And the gate he made small.
He fashioned two keys
to open it all.
He named one of them “Bind”
and the others called “Loose”.
He does unto me
as I do unto you.
The gate keeper’s waiting
for me to arrive.
He’ll judge me, God willing,
He’ll let me inside.
They’ll see that I’ve failed much
In his perfect plan
Yet graciously pardon,
because one Son of Man.
“How did she get there?!”
They’ll shout from below.
“The sins of her youth
should add to her woes!”
“Get down here and be
Where you ought to be!”
Scared… I feel tugs,
on my stumbling feet.
Pulled by my doubt, I cry out
“Jesus, I love you.”
Expecting the darkness
but he pulls me back through
Those weighing the weight of my sins,
they all knew.
That those words on my lips, like coal
made me new.
I was gifted new life,
new joy and new peace.
His light on my path
is like wings on my feet.
The yoke of the world
And the chains I’ve escaped
Because in my repentance
I prayed in his name.
The self-righteous path I was on
was all wrong.
His directions were written
on my heart all along.
Love God and Love All,
Hear the law that he gives
That’s where He is,
And that’s where the narrow path lives.
Let me give you the preface,
I asked God to help me with writing this
As I often do, I told him I’d sleep on it
I awoke from my nap with these words on my lips.
Not honey nor sugar was sweeter than this.
Just this one line he left me with.
“And that’s where the narrow path lives.”
A word from the Lord, he answered,
But wait.
What was the question to the answer he gave?
I struggled and prayed and wrote and prayed more.
Hoping he’d give me the words to endure.
I prayed for a poem and he gave me the end.
So where do I start, and where to begin?
“And that’s where the narrow path lives.”?
In silence, he told me to get up and read.
I replayed John 14:6 on repeat.
“You’re the way, the truth and the life”
But these riddles just kept me up all night.
I pleaded, “Lord I want to give glory to you.”
Then he tells me to plainly “ask”, so I do.
“And that’s where the narrow path lives.”
Ok Lord, what leads to the life of the narrow path that you’ve led?
I was taken aback when he replied,
“Dead”.
I was appalled at this word, this couldn’t be so.
So he pressed harder and imprinted the word on my soul.
My pen wrote the word, it wasn’t of me.
So I talked with him further,
to see what it could mean.
“And that’s where the narrow path lives?”
I bantered back, “Dead to what?” I complained.
The path lives…. now its dead?
This all sounds insane.
Dead to what? The world’s temptations? Where all I desire is you?
I paused,
because there in that moment…….I knew.
If in life all I want is to be closer to you,
Then in death I have you to look forward to
“And that’s where the narrow path lives.”
Death has no hold when God’s the reward.
The home of the father, the love of the Lord.
The apostle’s courage came by their trust in their friend.
My faith comes, from the spirit he sent.
There’s joy in the way-truth-and-life
that he gives.
“And that’s where the narrow path lives.”