O, path,
so narrow,
and so steep,
many times up you,
I would creep,
carrying a pail,
large pail of water,
on you trail,
trail of ice,
to slip and fall,
would not be nice.
In life,
there are many,
paths one can take,
but two main,
paths we face.
One wide,
travelled by sinful man,
whose number is,
six, six, six;
One narrow,
travelled by Saints,
onward and upward,
to Heaven,
to be present,
with God,
whose number is,
seven, seven, seven.