Poetic Musings From My Car

Sitting, peeling a Three Muskateer
Thinking of the squirrel on the line
One step from disaster and a few yards from success
His path is before him, he has little choice
He follows and gets his reward
Or he falters and gets death
God has put a path before me
It leads through the narrow gate
Falter I can and falter I have
Yet unlike the squirrel
I have the blood of His Son
Which, because of grace
Keeps the path always before me