The path we tread is narrow;
Is narrow along the way.
We journey onward to heaven,
Where the King of glory waits.
In His hands He bears the wounds
Of His love shown at Calvary.
The feet which were pierced for my sins,
Bear the nail marks meant for me.
In His hands He bears the wounds
Of His love shown at Calvary.
The feet which were pierced for my sins,
Bear the nail marks meant for me.
The path we tread leads to glory,
A place prepared for by Him :
No more tears, only joy, no more sorrow -
Our hearts set free from sin.
On His head no more thorns of mocking,
No more blood on His furrowed brow,
But a robe so bright and spotless
And a crown of glory now!
© Carolyn Davison 30th December 2015
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