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The Narrow Gate
by John Wacaster The Narrow Gate I do not know why you should strive With a sinner such as I To plant my life in perfect grace To grant a single eye To bring me to this narrow gate Where all my bags must stay Outside the door Where glory waits Unseen by passers-by And if the veil should stretch so thin Yet not be torn at last A revelation growing dim as future becomes past I know that my Redeemer lives I ask- Oh God I cry Please never Lord give up on me Please never pass me by Gather me again through trials Or ever let me sigh Until I walk into that place Where none but they that die Daily in obedience and trusting faith abide Lord, make Your love so dwell in me That I would heed the call To persevere in knowing you Until my all in all Consumes me Oh Consuming Fire I love you- Draw me near So that the Lamb may use my voice to draw another Clear, Living Water, Life I am the Lamb s wife Bring me into your chamber I do not want to wait Outside the narrow gate A Writer, Folksinger, Storyteller and Preacher. The love of words and their power to carry the being of the bearer be he/she poet, singer, speaker or writer is both a joy and a craft. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |