Rhyme: Come With Me - Poem by Caryl Ramsdale
This door was cut from the same tree
That held Me up for all to see.
There's no latch, bolt, padlock, or key;
Swing it open, (your name) , come with Me.
Follow My lead stay close behind,
The path's narrow. See how it winds?
Pace yourself and don't make a sound;
We're passing over hallowed ground.
Not many have ventured this way;
They don't like the small gate they say;
Most prefer that wide road over there,
It's large, red gates are a matched pair.
Look up ahead. See that bright light?
That's My signal—an angel's in flight.
Not to worry we'll be safe now—
We're near My Father's house anyhow.
We'll soon behold My Father's throne;
Don't be afraid you're not alone.
Ask My Father for all your needs;
He'll reward you for your good deeds.
You'll claim victory just like Me:
I paid the price that set you free;
Father gave Me a throne like His,
My reward was eternal bliss!
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