A tiny voice did beckon me
While I walked roads of faith
Convinced my tired heart to see
That comfort was the way.
I followed it to paths of ease
(A small turn I must say)
From toiling roads soon I was freed,
Walked on, content and safe.
No worries here, where mild winds soared –
Where comfort-rivers flowed
Where all walked safe along the shore
Where pleasures lined the road.
I soon forgot my Father’s task
To scale faith-mountains steep.
Dismissed His voice, which gently asked
To not choose roads of ease. 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 narrow the road that leads to life,
and only a few find it.
(Pictures and Poetry, Heidi Viars November 2014)
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