Two roads diverged in a fallen world, And convinced I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could When deep within God's Spirit quoth; "Though one way becons as more fair, And many it's allurements claim; The narrow way is wanting wear, For all too few are passing there; Beware, their end is not the same!" Too long I in a quandary lay When grew the skies an angry black; Then I hurried on ere fled the day, And took the far less traveled way Without so much as glancing back. It led me o'er some thorny ground, The storm rained sorrows on my head; But in the night a song I found, When Jesus put His arms around, My weary form as on He led. When night had passed I saw God's bow And heard the lark's sweet, silver song; God bathed me in Salvation's glow And whispered things the world can't know, That made my heart for Heaven long. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged into the world, and I- I chose God's way less traveled by, -- And that has made all the difference! Adapted by Trenton Frost From Robert Frost's poem "The Road Not Taken"

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