Louisville church of CHRIST

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Church ... take the road less traveled.

Be careful of the road that you choose.

Be careful of the tempting turn offs on the straight and narrow.

You are not to be who you used to be.

There is a new road to travel.

What happens when there is no repentance? Death!