Broken Internal Navigation System Poem by Joseph Blitch

Is your internal guidance system broken?
This is an item to think about, No joking!
Choice after choice, Bad you always make,
Destruction appears in each path you take.

When ways taken are filled with many turns,
It’s for better avenues your vital part yearns,
In a broad way, there are many things to see,
Trekking along, Time goes by, Lost is glee.

Broad is the way leading to a destructive end,
Many cronies found but not a real true friend.
Around each corner lurks the devouring one,
Clouds dark, make you loose sight of the sun.

Your heart swells and is overcome with pain,
As with each parade, it always appears to rain.
Feet decisively planted, a new on firm ground,
The precise way to travel you have now found.

Straight and narrow is the only way to trod,
For it always leads you to the throne of God.
At the inception, with the start each new day,
Seek leadership from the maker, as you pray.