Lord, I am at the crossroads! O help me choose aright,

For blinded is my vision, and darker grows the night;

Lord, help me in my weakness, I would not go astray;

One road is broad and luring, one is the “narrow way.”

Lord, I am at the crossroads! It is my hour of trial;

One leads to wealth and honor, one leads to self_denial;

The gods of earth are seeking to win me to their side;

But O, thou God of Heaven, I would with Thee abide!

Lord, I am at the crossroads! One road is very fair,

And they that tread its mosses are decked with jewels rare;

I hear their careless laughter, their songs and revelry;

But ah! this road of pleasure leads far away from Thee.

Lord, I am at the crossroads! One road is rough and bare;

I see the crimson blood_drops of One who traveled there;

He drank the cup of sorrow that flooded o'er the brim;

But He is crowned the Victor – and I will walk with Him!

E. Louise Umlauf

(Gospel Digest - December 1958)