A lightless angel reaches out to me
And says a path of plenty could be mine,
And all I have to do is turn the key,
Then enter through a door of his design.
He claims I can enjoy a better life
And that the path I walk can be replaced.
He promises a life that's free from strife
Because his road is wide and amply spaced.
But I will not pursue what I can see,
For that would leave me blind to what's divine.
The narrow road will yield the valid key
To enter through the door of God's design.
Beware of him who sows deceptive scenes
To steal your precious hope by guileful means.