Glory Road

A line divides two separate sides,
Twixt glory and reality.
There is a door that opens for
The soul who holds the proper key.

It dwells within the hearts of men,
If earnestly the light is sought.
But sacrifice will be the price,
When living as God says we ought.

It's when we hold above the fold,
A human just as flawed as we,
That every head is blindly lead,
Into the pit of destiny!

The sightless guide will tempt our pride,
To coax us from the righteous way.
They'll fill our cup, to puff us up,
And lead our Shepherd's flock astray.

For once embraced, you'll find distaste,
In every seed the Lord has sewed.
The one who scales the earthly trails,
Knows nothing of the Glory Road.