Old Briar Way
I walk this path most every day,
This path most call Old Briar Way.
Along the way are growing thorns,
Filled with mankind’s hate and scorn.
The bloodied cuts that trace my
frame,
Remind me of my life of shame.
Full heedless of the fiery pain,
I walk the path for ashen gain.
Beneath my feet the red path goes,
The staining blood of brazen soles.
The road is wide and many fall,
While shrouded in the Reaper’s pall.
The deathly air that we all breathe,
Will someday bring us to our knees.
For every step that we all take,
We draw too near to fiery lake.
Our hopeless plight we have by
choice,
We would not heed Salvation’s voice.
So in our place a high price paid,
The dearest pearl of heav’n in trade.
Old Briar Way is stripped of thorns,
Still filled with mankind’s sin and
scorn.
A narrow way is blazed instead,
A way to save those who were dead.
Upon this path new blood is spilt,
But not by those who own the guilt.
The Innocent laid low in place,
Of all the debt of Adam’s race.
The thorns of mankind’s guilty state,
Are taken to reverse man’s fate.
And shaped into a guilty crown,
Put on the sinless Savior’s brow.
The Narrow Way paved in His pain,
Can wash away the guilty stain.
If now we walk along this Path,
We may avoid all Heaven’s Wrath.
Old Briar Way where I once walked,
Along this deadly path I stalked.
To save my soul the Savior came,
Reversed the Curse of thorny shame.
In woven crown the Curse was borne,
Through weight of sin and cut of
thorn.
The Prince of Heaven humbled down,
To bear my Curse in woven crown.
So now to Him I sing my praise,
His anthem always I shall raise.
Old Briar Way has lost its toll,
Because He came to save my soul.
