That Old Yet Rarely Used Path
Many times I’ve longed to give up when tribulations did corrupt my life when I was
young
But then you told me I would be unworthy of your only son
So from that day on I traveled along that old yet rarely used path
And I was surprised to see that for centuries, people started out here then
suddenly turned back
And by and by I began to understand why they left this dark and perilous road
For what lies ahead, more problems more dread, was only for God to know
Yes the path is scary but I need not tarry, for I desire to see what’s in store for me
And as I look about, I see the many mouths of the wolves snapping at my feet
It was a horrific sound, but I stood my ground just as Jesus told me I should
They gnashed their teeth and their eyes burned holes through me, yet they dared
not move an inch from where they stood
It didn’t dawn on me what held fast their feet until I felt the presence of his
comforting rod
And before I was overcome with fear, He whispered in my ear saying I am your
protection and your Lord your God
And on and on as I travel along that old yet rarely used path
Many years the Devil hath preyed on my fears and tempted me to turn around and
go back
He told me how silly I was to fall so many times and still haven’t had enough
And I said take thee leave for I know that surely God only count those times I got
up
I had passed many tests with complaints from the flesh, which time and time I
had to abate
But I had made a vow and no matter how or what I had to do, that promise I will
not break
I told you Lord that I will give of me wholeheartedly and accept my persecution for
your name’s sake
And though at times I may cry my steadfast spirit will not die as long as I know
you’re worth the wait
And while I wait for that day I’ll offer up my praise just as the trees and the
mountains do
And with your help I will forsake myself to take up my cross to follow you
And I will continue your way until I hear you say that I am to be no more
For I’ve pleased the Lord’s son for having done what I was indeed brought here
for
Until you appear and take up your dear ones to the King’s dwelling place
I’ll tell those with ears to repent for the judgment is near as I ponder when I will
see your face
And on and on I will continue to travel along that old yet rarely used path
And though I may not know where my feet are to go, as long as you’re leading
me, I’ll never turn back
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