Precipice

I am standing at the bottom of a precipice.
One I need to climb.
The way is steep and narrow;
Seemingly impossible to meet success.
The alternative appears more attractive.
It would invoke pleasure, excitement.
The way is worn;
Yes, many have taken that path.
It is easy, accepted by the world at large.
I feel distant from my Source of strength.
Why should He listen to me?
The heartstrings of my flesh pull me...
To the path of least resistance.
The Savior of my heart gently calls me...
To the top of the precipice.
Dearest Savior.
Give me strength.