I saw a tunnel deep and dark
beneath a bridge in a public park.
Beyond my vision I could hear
the sounds of a party
clinking glasses and cheer.
The entrance was broad and groomed to invite
the young and the old ventured in out of sight.
I paused for a moment only to see
the only one hesitating seemed to be me.
I gingerly entered as others passed by
they were talking and laughing, yet
I wanted to cry.
I could not understand why I wanted to mourn
the entrance was broad, the pavement well worn.
The deeper I traveled, I saw more hesitate
but others seduced them saying "this is your fate".
There grew thistles and vines
that entangled the feet. The air became heavy
and was no longer sweet.
A panic set in as I saw others snared
who were trying to leave what they
never had feared.
The clanging of glasses that the darkness had covered
was the gnashing of teeth, I soon discovered.
The roaring of laughter that I heard within
were the cries of remorse of those
deceived by sin.
A melody played hauntingly over-head
"I did it my way" it mocked, the song of the dead.
A glimmer of light shown through on my side
and I rushed to it wanting a place to hide.
The crevice was narrow, difficult and steep
but upward I climbed away from the deep.
Often I tired as I struggled alone,
but hope would engulf me as I carried on.
"I am the way" was the song I now heard
"the Truth and the Life, just abide in My word."
"My Savior" I grasped at His hem to survive.
Where once I was dead, I now was alive.
He held on to my hand and would not
let me go. "This is the way" I beckoned to the lost
souls below.
On occasion I heard relief in a sigh as
another escaped the place where souls die.
As long as there is breath, there is hope for new birth
A new life joined to the King of Heaven and Earth.
This way, fellow pilgrim, not easy, I know,
but better than hell where the other souls go.
The rewards are far better than
the wages of sin
Ask, knock and seek
He will let you in.
