Only One Way Through the Narrow Gate

Narrow is the gate... few will find it...  

All you other faiths: repent or perish.

In the shadows of this dying world, men chase after lies,  

Golden calves and empty rituals, praying to the skies.  

Buddha sits in silent stone, no blood to pay their sin,  

Karma chains the hopeless soul in endless wheels again.  

Allah demands submission, scales that never balance right,  

No assurance, just a gamble on a dark and endless night.  

Hindu gods in filthy streets, reincarnate in the mud,  

All their roads are bleeding traps that drag you down to blood.  

There’s only one way, one truth, one life,  

Jesus Christ, the crucified, the Lamb who took the knife!  

No other name beneath the sun can wash away your shame,  

All other paths are gates to Hell, in Jesus’ blood alone we claim!  

Bow before the risen King or burn in endless flame,  

Christianity’s the razor’s edge, all else is Satan’s game!  

They preach tolerance and unity, “All roads lead up the same,”  

But Jesus tore that filthy lie and called them by their name.  

False prophets in silk robes, wolves in pious disguise,  

Peddling works and mystic smoke while the Savior dies.  

Mary can’t redeem your soul, saints are dust and bone,  

Luther’s warnings echo still, Rome’s lies have overthrown.  

New Age light and crystals bright, witchcraft cloaked in peace,  

All lead straight to the lake of fire where the damned find no release.  

There’s only one way, one truth, one life,  

Jesus Christ, the crucified, the Lamb who took the knife!  

No other name beneath the sun can wash away your shame,  

All other paths are gates to Hell, in Jesus’ blood alone we claim!  

Bow before the risen King or burn in endless flame,  

Christianity’s the razor’s edge, all else is Satan’s game!  

He said it plain in black and white, John fourteen verse six,  

“I am the Way, the Truth, the Life”, no tricks, no politics.  

Acts four twelve thunders loud: no other name to save!  

Reject the cross, embrace the dark, and dig your own damned grave.  

No purgatory halfway house, no second chance in Hell,  

Today’s the day, repent and trust, or hear the final knell!  

The Gospel’s sword cuts to the bone, it spares no sacred cow,  

Every knee will bow to Christ, on earth or under ground.  

Other faiths build towers tall on sinking sand and pride,  

But Calvary’s blood-soaked hill is where the damned divide.  

No meditation saves the soul, no pilgrimage, no fast,  

Only faith in Jesus’ name will make the judgment pass.  

All man-made gods will crumble, their prophets turned to ash,  

There’s only one way, one truth, one life,  

Jesus Christ, the King of kings, the Slayer of all strife!  

Every other road is cursed, wide and paved with lies,  

Leading multitudes to torment where the worm forever dies!  

Choose this day whom you will serve, Heaven’s gate or Hell’s wide door,  

The fundamental truth stands firm: Christ Jesus, forevermore!  

Narrow is the gate... few will find it...  

All you other faiths: repent or perish.