The Narrow Gate


Days in thinking, anxiety quickened
 While beholding myself in honesty.
By an awful question I was sickened,
“How could the saints in heaven accept me?”
All my sins paraded in my conscience
 As base and vile sacrileges of life.
I could never live with self-reliance,
 With lust and envy my nature is rife.
To the church I went in desperation.
 I prayed, “Oh, Lord, what can I ever do?”
In my heart I heard His inspiration:
 “Child, I have but one narrow gate for you.”


Then one night I dreamt heaven I had won:
 I passed through the gate of THY WILL BE DONE.