The Gate

The Gate
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And so it was, I beheld,
the miles that stretched before me,
To undertake, and to go,
or to wait and never see,

What was out there, was unknown;
the journey was very long,
Yet our Father knows all things;
we are weak, but He is strong.

Then appeared another road,
of dirt and rocks and clay,
It was so seldom traveled;
the tracks had been blown away,

I almost could not see the road,
yet I could feel it’s presence there,
An old worn gate hung on two posts;
this path the wind blew bare.

An inscription was written on one post,
then continued to the other:
-Friend you’re always welcome here,
there’s always room for another.-

But then the road behind me called:
it had its own allure,
I had a lot of friends thereon,
which made my choice less sure,

When a familiar voice, from my past,
said, “Please do not delay.”
Beckoning from the gate,
“The choice is yours today:

“For if you go back on the road,
you may blend with the crowd,
You may not hear my voice again,
for the road noise is so loud.”

The voice was one so dear to me,
I could not hide my tears,
He walked a humble path in life,
I missed his smile for years,

There I stood, with choices two,
but did not love the world,
Yet the way with old worn gate,
was hid, ‘neath wind that swirled,

Then said the voice that was so dear,
“This gift is yours to receive,
The only ones who see this gate,
are those who do believe.”

Humbly, I walked up to the gate,
and the rust was changed in hue;
Still simple looking, yet very clean,
when I got a better view,

Which brought my eyes to rest upon,
some words that I saw there,
Etched into the metal,
that I thought was old and bare,

“Because strait is the gate and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.” Matthew 7:14

And so I put my hand upon,
the olden gate so pure,
The noise behind me faded;
the crowd lost its allure,

I left behind my need of ‘stuff,’
that keeps us all weighed down;
Burdened beneath its heavy weight,
it pins us to the ground,

There was a latch, that was not locked,
upon which gold did shine,
The simple truth was written there,
I knew each precious line:

“For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” John 3:16

I read the words and felt each one,
like a hidden treasure found,
The truth has always been in view,
not buried underground;

Then the voice of one so dear,
confirmed my thoughts aloud,
“My child, only the humble can receive,
but not the very proud,

“For man has placed conditions,
upon what God sent from above,
But there are no conditions,
upon a Father’s Love,

“It is free for everyone,
no membership, no cost,
For all these things were paid for,
upon that rugged cross.”

And then I passed through the gate,
for the strength was not my own,
And while I could see no other,
I knew I was not alone,

For life has knocked me down,
as I travel across the land,
And I’m always helped back up,
by an unseen hand,

And once in a while I’ll see the face,
or hear the voice so dear,
Telling me, to hang on,
because the time is near,

And so I go along this way,
the road is very rough,
And when I feel so spent,
and I think I’ve had enough,

I hear the Apostle Paul’s words:
No sufferings of this time are so great,
To mention or even be compared,
with the glory that does await…

…You need only to believe,
to step through that humble gate.
©2018 Ann Moore

*All scripture referenced is from the King James Version Bible*

Romans 8:18
For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.

John 14:5,6
5Thomas saith into him, Lord, we know not whither thou goest; and how can we know the way?
6Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life; no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.