Love Poem: The Patched Road

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