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