The way is still narrow:

The hill, though high, I covet to ascend,The difficulties will not me offend; For I perceive the way to life lies here: Come, pluck up, heart, let's neither faint nor fear. Better, though difficult, the right way to go, Than wrong, though easy, where the end is woe.

Bunyan - Pilgrims Progress

1 comment :

Anonymous said...

Finish the race..."for the night is far spent, the day is at hand." (Rom. 13:12)