The Little Doors

Oh, strait and narrow is the door,
The little door of loss,
By which we enter in to Christ,
The low door of the Cross;
But when we put away our pride,
And in contrition come,
We find it is the only way
That leads to God and Home.

Oh, strait and lowly are the doors
By which Christ comes to us;
We bar the entrance gates of joy,
And when He finds them thus,
By strange, small doors of woe and want,
Of trial and of pain,
He enters in to share our lives
To our eternal gain.

The narrow doors He brings us to,
The little doors and low,
What large rooms they will open on,
If we will only go;
The strange, small doors of work and want,
Strait doors of grief and pain,
What riches they will lead us too,
What everlasting gain!

Annie Johnson Flint

Matthew 7:14 Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.

graphics by Mary Stephens
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