C-hoose the narrow gate,
A-pril thirtieth Sunday;
M-ake no mistake,
M-ake a choice the right way.
I-t's a crucial decision,
L-et not the truth be left behind;
L-et not the wide one
E-nter into your mind.
C-herish the righteous path,
U-sing the pristine faith;
Y-ou shall reach the promised land,
O-nly choose the narrow gate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem