The Iron Rod

Another from a while ago. Based of the idea of the iron rod leading to salvation as described in the Book of Mormon.

I came upon a mountain path, following to see what it hath,
And came upon a split of ways, and wondered which trail I should blaze.
Each ran along a narrow drop, but all had rails, fallers to stop.
I followed first the rail of gold, expecting wealth its road to hold,
But soon I found to my dismay, others had stolen the gold away!
So to the fork I then regressed, knowing I had wrongly guessed,
And chose this time to follow wood, for folks would leave it where it stood.
I followed this trail for quite a bit, but never reached the end of it,
For full of termites and decay, the poor old fence just fell away.
I started next on that of stone, but soon I let out quite a groan,
For t’was very difficult to hold, from it’s cover of moss and mold.
And one last time I traveled back, to go upon the final track.
I caught upon the iron bar, expecting it to fail ‘fore far.
It kept me well from the abyss, and led me past the precipice.
Yea, following on this iron rod, I found the path that leads to God.