Narrow Path
I used to walk down a wide dark path.
Up until i heard a knock at my door.
A man was there.
He spoke with great wonder, with great words.
Its hard to stay on this path, he told me.
It is a much more dificalt path but with help from
him, your God, we can make it.
All things are possible with the narrow path,
because all things are possible with God.
What path are you on?
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