Never looking back,
Her path was rocky and narrow
Tripping, but never falling
Running, but never stopping
Hurting, but never failing.
Fear trying hard to grasp her
But faith, like a shield guarded her
Battling obstacles with the sword of truth.
Across a hill climbing fast,
Closer, closer, she’s almost to the end
The golden gate is only a few more steps away.
Her spirit lifted and her path guided
Running faster down the hill
Closer and closer she gets.
She’s almost there
Running and breathing fast
But never failing to reach the end.
Finally, reaching the gate
She fell at the entrance
Gasping, breathing hard.
After a time a hand lifted her head,
“Welcome daughter to the golden gate,
The end of this narrow path.”
She looked into a pair of eyes
He gave her His hand
She took it and grasped it tight.
He slowly helped her step by step
So eagerly she walked in through the gate
The Man leading her in.
“Welcome to the Gate of life
You have done well to get here.”
Said the Man who now was wrapped in gold
Though tired and sore
She knew for sure
That she was safe in her Maker’s house.
We must try hard like this woman did
To walk the narrow path
And if we do the golden gate will be
Waiting at the end for us.
Written by Jenna on Oct. 19, 2010