The path is quite narrow
And I sway from side to side
For I am but a mortal man
And am drunk with all my pride.

I walk with haughty steps at times
And think I'm master of my fate,
I say Lord, Lord each day I live,
Ao St. Peter will open the pearly gate.

I know I'm not so righteous
For my conscience tells me so
But even with that warning
I always think I know.

A saint some day I'd like to be
But I'll wait for time to pass
For to give away the things I've stored
for myself - t'is more than I can ask.

I've earned the right of membership
In the club known as the human race,
But from day to day they change the rules
And it's hard to keep up with the pace

I wonder if I could rest a while
From this rugged road I'm trodding
And walk a while on the narrow path
It seems so much more inviting.

There's signs along this narrow path
That tell me how to live,
There are some that say it's not so hard
To give away all I have to give.

It's great to be a neighbor,
To all that pass you by,
And life will be a pleasure,
All of God's creations then will catch
your eye.

We can sing of a new beginning,
When we turn our lives to God,
Then the narrow path we follow
Will become a boulevard to trod.