Poem September 26, 1994 Issue

Change of direction

by a troubled teen

Frances L. West

The path was so narrow
I tried to stray,
Thinking I knew a better way:
But God's great love
Held 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 later
I woke to find
He had been right
While I had been blind.
The road wasn't narrow as I'd been told
But a pathway of freedom, a highway of gold.
Now ex-prodigal, sins released,
Stands pardoned and whole again,
Home and at peace.