Change of direction

by a troubled teen

The path was so narrowI tried to stray,Thinking I knew a better way:But God's great loveHeld me as I fell,Would-be prodigal, bound for hell, See Science and Health, p. 588 . Selfishly crying, "I want," "I will,"'Til His gentle wisdom held me still.

Many tears laterI woke to findHe had been rightWhile I had been blind.The road wasn't narrow as I'd been toldBut a pathway of freedom, a highway of gold.Now ex-prodigal, sins released,Stands pardoned and whole again,Home and at peace.

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