THIS NARROW PATH
When the weight of living life
Has forced me to my knee
Humbled in my lowly state
I turn my eyes to thee
And pray this carnal pain abate
That cuts me like a knife
Let me in your mercy gird
Help me to thy will abide
In your wisdom help me learn
To lesson ego, quell my pride
Lest these you should spurn
As written in your Holy Word
You have made me with thy breath
And of blessings freely give
who am I to ask for more
Is it not enough to live
With the promises in store
When you saved me by your death
Yet in death you never stayed
risen from the cold dark sod
Taken in the clouds above
In the presence of our God
Sent your Spirit down in love
To keep me on this path you laid.
M. Smith the Fish Hawk
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Amen, fish hawk. Thank you for your message in poetry.