ENTRY # NINETY

Good Morning.
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The poem below was sent to me bt John M.

WHERE IS THE WAY?

From life and peace with the fold,.
In crooked paths o’er mountains cold;
Like sheep, we all have gone astray,
And to get home where is the way?

Our Shepherd Christ was never lost,
I’d follow him at any cost;
The path he trod was very straight,
And led directly to the gate.

But other men have come and gone,
Who cared not what was right or wrong;
His standard they have taken down,
And in its place have put their own.

Deceitful men of every day,
Will lead the multitude astray;
These wicked men, poor people pay,
To tell the world, “This is the way”.

They trifle with God’s holy words,
And lead men on in flocks and herds;
The Shepherds voice they cannot hear,
For paths and sounds are everywhere.

I would dear Jesus, I could break,
The hedge that creeds and heresies make;
And like Thy first disciples be,
In person, led and taught by Thee.

I read Thy words so pure and sweet,
And seek the footsteps of Thy feet;
But men so mystify the trace,
I long to see Thee face to face.