Poem: Narrow Gate

I walked up to the Narrow Gate.
And then I turned to hesitate.
For I heard the voice of satan's bait
and I stopped to contemplate my fate.
I thought about Jesus' words and then,
I stopped to contemplate again.
A decision here was to be made.
One that would last beyond the grave.
So I walked on through the Narrow Gate.
I've got a date with Jesus
and I don't want to be late.