Follow the Path

Follow the path of the half dead branch
Placed there by brave and knowing man.
Then as you travel on the frozen lakes
You will be save, that’s the whole plan.

If perchance you wander to parts unmarked
Where the ice is rough and also extra thin.
Cold hands may come up to grab at you,
And however strong you are, will pull you in,

Pull you in to icy depths so cold and chill
That you cannot even call for help, or cry
To those on the path of the half dead branch,
As you sink in to icy hell, to freeze and die.

Follow the path marked through treacherous bogs,
Paths marked out by those who know the way.
Then as you walk in beauty, in the warming sun.
You will be quite safe to be able to live another day.

Yet if in a foolish moment you wander from the path,
The swamps and bogs will grab you and suck you in.
Pull you down until death comes as you cannot breath,
And you vanish into darkness, no sign where you went in.

We stay upon a safe path through bogs and thinning ice,
Where the harm that comes will just take our life.
Yet we stray from the path set out for us as plain as could be
A path set out by God above, to free us from sin and strife.

We don’t think it will matter if we stray from the path of light,
We do not think it important if we wander far from the fold.
For we do not see danger as we walk in darkness in the night.
Yet we loose more than mortal life, we loose our eternal soul.

M Ann Margetson Mar 4 1998

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