A voice crying in the wilderness,
"Help make my path straight."
For, one who is lame
Can't make if through the gate.
A heart full of pain,
A life full of woe;
None sought his name.
Where else could he go?
Falling on his knees,
Making prayer his aim –
Then came the MASTER,
Who led him through the flame.
Tears of sorrow vanished
When paths were made straight;
Never to be the same,
Walking through Heaven's gate. |
