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I looked across the narrow path
And saw it barred with walls of thorns;
Enveloped in a fog of doubts
It seemed so dismal and forlorn—
I heard so many fearful tales
Of broken hearts and sacrifice
And I was thankful I could see
So clearly through religious lies;
But them a voice called out to me
To dare the path with all its pain;
I recognized a Savior
Who walked the path, my heart to claim—
I stepped upon the path in faith,
And suddenly my vision cleared;
The thorns are nothing to the joy
Of walking with my Savior here…
To die to self seemed foolishness
When I once stood among the “wise”,
But love has helped me truly see
It’s selfishness that’s full of lies,
To take the cross will hurt a while,
Like seeds that fall in dirt and die;
But when love’s harvest time has come,
We’ll reap the fruit that gold can’t buy!
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