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The Narrow Gate
I am lost a blind wanderer fear-driven and empty. I leave a mark in minds that flee and disappear. I talk to death that travels and roams endlessly. I meet God’s angels who guide me with light, my path empty upon their discovery. I am lost a blind wanderer I create trails for those behind me, break down the walls in front of me, and confuse those around me. I walk blindly into temptation like a child walks into the teeth of the devil, barricaded in a fortress eating the walls to escape. My breath trembles for the guidance of angels. I am barren and invisible but I whisper a prayer out of my inner hope. Where everyone dies alone and roaming demons capture unknowing souls, a defeat led by the marching blind in eternal darkness and left forever in death. I am lost a blind wanderer I crawl through catacombs of dying men, I realize my sin and cry out for God’s hand of forgiveness. I am found the newborn wanderer I see my life as something renewed and secure as something forever in God’s arms I see my death as something initiating my new life innocent and fulfilled I see my God as someone who gave His only son so I could have eternal life.
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