The poem contrasts the deceptive, winding roads of prosperity teachings, luring followers with wealth only to leave them lost, with Christ as the true way, truth, and life (John 14:6). Their greedy paths crumble, while Jesus’ straight road, free of cost, leads through love to the born-again soul (John 3:3), arriving at an eternal, boundless home.

They pave their roads with shining lures,
Prosperity’s guides, with honeyed tones,
“This way to riches, step right up,”
But their trails twist, all jagged stones.

Their signs point wide, their tolls run high,
A maze of greed where shadows fall,
Feet stumble, lost in hollow turns,
No end but dust beyond the call.

“I am the way,” Christ firmly stands,
“The truth, the life, through Me alone,”
No bribe to pass, no wealth to hoard,
A straight road carved by love’s own throne.

Their lanes erode, their maps decay,
While Jesus’ path cuts through the strife,
One walk with Him, the soul arrives,
A home eternal, boundless life.