Pathways

I consider the broken path, the token path,
Who will save the flock from the Shepherd's wrath?
Immaterial mockers watch and laugh
As leader-less lambs wander into a bloodbath.

If only a bell had been rung,
To turn them aside before they'd begun,
They chose death over life, though the other was won.
Uncommunicated Word left these sheep long done.

Consider yourself which white wool you'll be.
Will you walk through the narrow gate, be grafted to Heaven's tree?
Or will you choose poorly, and eternally echo your hellish scream,
For if you had chosen wisely, your nightmare would instead be a dream.

Only a few ever find the suffering route,
Out of pride, of self, out of doubt...more left without

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Crushed by the cries which are carried in the wind's whispers,
Lies thrive in men, masking their true fears,
Finding the battle ground, invisible, swinging the sword, though blinded with tears,
Suffer through the sneers and jeers, endure it all the years,
Only when He calls you home to Himself can you relinquish this cross.
Otherwise, out of your love for Him, with which He loved you first, you must love with obedience.

John 15:13-14
13Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends. 14You are my friends if you do what I command.