Like railway lines, two tracks will run
Side by side, never will they meet
Until the latter days are come
And earthly battles are complete.
Christ or Satan, heaven or hell
Jerusalem or Babylon
There is no middle way to tell
No softer way to lead us on.
God does not show an easy way
But where each paths seem to unite
There, human minds will go astray
And will not know a path of Light.
For Jesus did not compromise
And hold a diplomatic stance
Where cozy handshake, friendship buys
This soft solution left to chance.
Submission, soon to Babylon
Her hanging gardens steal the day
God's Truth is bent to take this on
Which is none else but Satan's way.
The church will then look like the world
So comfortable, a place to be
This broader road will be controlled
Christ's church we will no longer see.
The Cross, the great solution points
to save who in the dark will go
Christ is the Way that God anoints
With all His Truth and Life to show.
The straightest path, the narrow Way
To His eternal Arms we fly
The Grace of God ensures we stay
safe from the path that runs nearby.

This poem was a finalist in the
May 2026 poetry contest