i may never climb a mountain so i can see
the world from there
i may never ride the waves and taste the salty ocean air
or build a bridge that will last a hundred years
but no matter where the road leads
one thing is always clear,
i am blessed.
all along the road less traveled
i have crawled and i have run
i have wandered through the wind and the rain
until i found the sun
the watching eyes ask me why
i walk this narrow way
i will gladly give the reason
for the hope i have today–cindy morgan and ginny owens
mathew 7:13 enter through the narrow gate. for wide is the gate
and broad is the road
that leads to destruction
