I came to a place where two roads met,
One was lovely, straight and smooth,
The other wound zig-zag uphill,
I pondered which to choose.
I longed to travel the easy way,
“Come,” it called, “and follow me”
But I looked again at the rugged path
And I saw there an earnest plea.
So I turned my steps to the narrow course
And climbed the long day through,
And the joys I found as I traveled there
The straight road never knew.
There were wild flowers hidden among the crags,
The air was heady as wine,
Birds sang their sweetest carols
On this road I had chosen as mine.
So I journeyed on from youth to age,
Often obstacles barred my way
And my feet grew weary but still the road
Beckoned to me night and day.
Now at last I have reached the top
Yet another road I see,
It reaches up to the throne of God
And it too calls to me.
With a prayer in my heart I’ll keep going on
Till I come to the very end,
Then I hope to hear the Master say,
“Well done, come in my friend.”
by Euda Ramsey Bates