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.
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