God made a beatous
With lovely flowers strown,
But one straight, narrow
That was not overgrown.
And to this beauteous
He brought mankind to live,
And said: "To you, my children,
These lovely flowers I give.
Prune ye my vines and fig trees,
With care my flowerets tend,
But keep the pathway
Your home is at the end."Then came another master,
Who did not love mankind,
And planted on the
Gold flowers for them to find.
And mankind saw the bright flowers,
That, glitt'ring in the sun,
Quite hid the thorns of
That poison blood and bone;
And far off many wandered,
And when life's night came on,
They still were seeking gold flowers,
Lost, helpless and alone.
O, cease to heed the
That blinds your foolish eyes,
Look upward to the
Of stars in God's clear skies.
Their ways are pure and
And will not lead astray,
Bid aid your erring
To keep the narrow way.
And when the sun shines
Tend flowers that God has
And keep the pathway
That leads you on to heaven.
