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