Narrow Path

I've been waiting for something great that never seem to come... We all do

We walk through a path that is narrow

The valley of death

Blood bathed thorns jab you in the side

Bathed with your own blood

Choose a difficult path where no mere man can be triumphant over it.

Past mistakes will surely haunt you, like a broken record replaying it self

What seemed to be joy soon becomes your grief

When everything goes wrong, Even what seems to be your shelter tumbles down.

A poorly build roof over your head, likely to kill you when disaster strikes

'Though the world may laugh at whom my heart serve'

I will stand still and be strong... I will find refuge in the One I love...

'All that I AM Unto You I surrender'

You've said this before haven't you?? What Happened Then??

Oh surely, help will come... Maybe... Hopefully...