The Patched Road
They sorrow not that tread upon this patched road
They murmur not,complain not
For a heavenly prize
These gallant soldiers await
The joys they see
The tears they hide
They love not sleep
Toiling not in vain for
their faithful Master
Eunuchs some decide to be
Celibates they choose as such
To be identified with
Earthly passions subduing
Fleshly weaknesses suppressing
Fasting often
Praying everyday
The scriptures they study
All and sundry admonishing
Beyond Christ's cross to look
The crown of glory to behold
Upon their heads to be placed
In His coming Kingdom
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