THE WAY OF THORNS.
THERE is but one true way;
No other choice be mine;
Lord, every path must lead astray
Save only Thine.
No other choice be mine;
Lord, every path must lead astray
Save only Thine.
A straight and narrow road
Hedged in with thorns indeed,
And every thorn most like a goad
To bid me heed.
Hedged in with thorns indeed,
And every thorn most like a goad
To bid me heed.
They wound my human pride,
They rend my selfishness,
And when I seek to turn aside,
How sharp they press!
They rend my selfishness,
And when I seek to turn aside,
How sharp they press!
On every hand I hear
Alluring tongues of time,
And oft they win my outward ear
Like silver chime.
Alluring tongues of time,
And oft they win my outward ear
Like silver chime.
They call: "That way forsake;
A needless strife is thine!
A thousand paths our feet may take
And find divine."
A needless strife is thine!
A thousand paths our feet may take
And find divine."
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