The Strait Gate
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.