I'm finding it hard to travel this road alone,

This straight and narrow path that leads to His throne.

 

I look around to see only my shadows trailing behind me,

Not the glorious parade of jubilee.

 

I'm all alone on this lonely trail,

Trying to cheer my mind but with no prevail.

 

I can hear the sounds of joy and fun on the other route,

And my mind is filled with utmost doubt.

 

They're on the road that easy and spacious,

With lots of people and very loqacious.

 

I want to go there, this is too tough,

I've had quite enough . . .

 

Yet, as I enter my lowest point, I hear a faint voice,

With encouraging words that cause me to rejoice.

 

I look around to see nothing, but the presence of the voice is still there.

"Continue, I'm always here, even when you are unaware."

 

The voice was like velvet as He encouraged me on.

And I will do as it says, the other trail completely forgone.

 

Though sometimes I may stray,

The Straight and Narrow forever I will stay.