To Live His Way

More drive the Highway to Hell,
Than, They that walk the path of God,
Going the wrong way, casts a Spell,
Like Addiction, insures you Suffer Rod.

To Live His Way
By Arley Steinhour 022815

The mortal path, our feet will take,
Determines Gate in which we pass,
'Eternal Torment,' in Burning Lake,
Or, walking streets of Golden Glass.

The Way, is broad, that leads to Hell,
Sin-Filling Stations, line the Broadway,
Signs flash, 'No Charge, Nothing to Sell,'
Beyond Gate's Sparkle hides the 'Dark Day.'

Some call 'Narrow,' the 'other' path,
With a Gate that checks one at a time,
Unclean, there, invokes God's Wrath,
Unless, His Son has paid for their Crime.

The Son, hung upon a Wooden Cross,
To Redeem His Church, and Bride,
To Justifies them, of All Sinful Dross,
If they Accept, and Repent their Pride.

Jesus offers, 'Join Me, in Eternal Joy,
Don't wait another Sin-filled day,'
God tires of being played, as a 'Toy,'
Repent and Follow, To Live His Way.

AMEN