The Strait Gate

A Poem By Sarah Liz // 4/26/2016

The gate that we enter is narrow
The passersby are few
The clouds above us are threatening
The fog is thickn’ing gloom

The brothers around us are fainting
Our blood is mixed with our sweat
The air is fraught with dark danger
The ground with pitfalls and snares.

But, hark! The cries of angels
Lo! The sound of song
Hear the voice of heavenly anthems
Ring out on higher ground.

Don’t give up, my brother
Stay strong, my sister dear
Though the war around is raging
Fight on to higher ground.

Comments

I love this!! The rhythm is

I love this!! The rhythm is good and the content is just lovely!!

Damaris Ann | Wed, 04/27/2016

I am an overcomer through Christ alone, for the glory of God alone.

Thank you! :)

:)

Sarah Liz | Thu, 04/28/2016

"Listen, I know you wish this was a Tesla quote, but I'm already here. So lets just deal with it, and try to make the best of things." Thomas Edison