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The Crossroads
Lord, I am at the
crossroads! O help me choose aright,
For blinded is my vision, and darker grows the night;
Lord, help me in my weakness, I would not go astray;
One road is broad and luring, one is the "narrow way."
Lord, I am at the
crossroads! It is my hour of trial;
One leads to wealth and honor, one leads to self-denial;
The gods of earth are seeking to win me to their side;
But O, thou God of Heaven, I would with Thee abide!
Lord, I am at the
crossroads! One road is very fair,
And they that tread its mosses are decked with jewels rare;
I hear their careless laughter, their songs and revelry;
But ah! this road of pleasure leads far away from Thee.
Lord, I am at the
crossroads! One road is rough and bare;
I see the crimson blood-drops of One who traveled there;
He drank the cup of sorrow that flooded o'er the brim;
But He is crowned the Victor -- and I will walk with Him!
--E. Louise Umlauf
via Gospel Digest, December, 1958
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