Enter With Will

I walk through the gate

And know I am there

But somehow I keep slipping back

To the field that is green

Where the sun often shines

Which leads to the gate on the track

I walk along to the gate

It’s so easy to find

And any enter with will

I walk straight on through

Something goes wrong

And again I slide back down the hill

To the field which is green

Where a creek trickles by

And leaves fall in the breeze

I walk up the hill

And there is the gate

I go straight through with ease

It’s the place of heavenly bliss

Which is written and spoken about

And something we all surely seek

Though I am back down the hill

In the field which is green

Whilst the keys to the gate I keep

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