The Bright Road
THE BRIGHT ROAD
I looked down a wide, bright road, and as I looked around
There was so much attracting me, and so much good I found.
The lights and scenery seemed so good, yet something deep inside
Said, “This is not the road for you, though it is bright and wide.”
Still something urged me travel on--was it the others there?
Or was it curiosity that caused me not to care?
Or was it what some others said about that wide, bright way?
Oh, I could blame them all, I guess, for why I went astray.
But I chose to walk that bright road, and soon its path became
A darker road than what it was, yet it seemed just the same.
By now I was so used to it, I did not seem to see
The dangers, snares, and misery that still awaited me.
For many days, yes, many years that wide, bright road I trod
Ignoring warnings that I heard from preachers and from God.
Then one day when I finally grew so weary from the way,
I bowed upon my knees with tears and humbly I did pray.
Then I was shown a narrow way on which I was to go,
It did not have the scenery that I had grown to know.
It did not have the lights and thrills that sin had offered me,
Yet I was told if I would walk that road I would be free.
Now many times that wide, bright road with me will intersect
And tempt me once again with thrills that I now so regret.
I know about that road’s sad end, and now my heart will ache
When some I know who walked with me will make a sad mistake.
They’ve looked again at that same road, its signs and lights have seen,
And thinking it’s a different road, not one like where they’d been,
They choose to walk that wide, bright road; yet some day they will see
It turn again to a dark end, just like it did for me.
Now I could blame my curious mind, or I could blame some friends
Who came to me at that bright road, its glories to defend.
And you, perhaps, could find someone or something else to blame
For why you’re on this wide, bright road, but it’s futile, just the same.
For really it is all our choice which road we walk today,
The straight and narrow, broad and wide, on which one we will stay.
If you are on that wide, bright road upon which once I trod,
Won’t you, like me, come back to walk the narrow road with God?
He’s waiting at the corner of Humility and Prayer
To help you walk that narrow road, for He’ll be always there.
Copyright © Clarence Billheimer | Year Posted 2017
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