Through a life of toil and turmoil,
I trudged along the widened path
that would lead to my destruction.
The going was easy as I trod,
because I followed the easy road,
without my Lord, bound nowhere.
"Father, please let me in," is my prayer.
"I want to be seated next to your Son."
I lifted the latch of shining chrome.
Written by Lou Marin
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