The Narrow Path
A poem about the joy of trying to move how Christ calls us to move
Among the trillion paths I could have walked, Through thousands of daily choices made, One narrow way emerges as I've talked With Him whose wisdom will not fade.
Free will feels overwhelming at the start— Infinite versions of myself could be, But Christ as Logos speaks within my heart: "Only one path forward will set you free."
Options glitter, promising the best, A thousand mirage doors that might have been; Their dazzle puts my faith to test— Which path leads out, which deeper in?
But here's the comfort I have found: He didn't leave me here alone To plant my life in sacred ground— He shows which seeds should there be sown.
He designed me with a purpose true, A calling specific, meant for me. As I trust Him, He reveals what's new— Who I am, who I'm meant to be.
The right feels right when pride subsides, When ego's voice grows soft and still. His Spirit in my spirit guides— One choice aligns with His good will.
The world presents its tempting ways To get what it wants me to long for, But following Him through all my days Reveals the one and narrow door.
In flow, His presence guides the wheel, When self-consciousness melts away. This harmony is what feels real— Christ's Way becoming my today.
To walk with Christ is more than faith— It's life remade from deep within, Where every step along His path Becomes the place where grace begins.
"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." — Matthew 7:13-14