We must choose the gates we open, the roads we take
Life is made up of choices – many choices
And we must choose from the array of choices given us.
For each choice opens a new gate
And each gate opens to new paths.
Beyond each gate lies a crossroads
And there we must choose yet again the path to take,
The road to go by.
This road then must we walk – long or short, smooth or rough
Anf by and by we come upon a happening
Whereupon choices are yet again presented us
And we must choose from the array of choices given us.
Thus must we choose the choices we make
The gates we open and the roads we take.
Until comes that day, when, in our wake we find
The road that leads to life divine.
By this road, we know, though hard, uneven,
We will come upon the gates of Heaven.
-Gloria
