The Path Poem by Jon Whiting

Unto the blessed book of God
I turn my eyes to read
And humbly bow on bended knee
His promises to plead.
The face of Christ I seek that He
My Savior and my God
Would help His feeble servant stay
The path that He has trod.

A yielded heart is His command.
No less will bring the blessing.
'My will alone, ' His challenge calls
My heart to his possessing.
The path of self is temporal joy,
It's weighty toll - eternal loss.
Surrender all in ev'ry step
To share the vict'ry of the cross.

I stand upon decision's path,
Two roads diverge and for me call,
And wonders wait at ev'ry step,
I cannot own them both, them all.
What will you do, O soul of mine?
What path will be unknown in earth?
The path of following Christ endures.
The path of self has fading worth.