The sound of fists clanging against the iron bars of Hell's gates
Has ceased to be a deterrent along our way down the path of brood
The smoke has died away, becoming feeble vapors of cloud
No longer releasing a frighteningly powerful fragrance
Allowing us to breathe with more ease and relief
The weight of sin has been lifted off our shoulders
Only for the time it takes a drop of water to dry in the summer sun,
Enough to simply gain some more strength and take another step forward.
However, from here on out, the path is no longer narrow but steep
Obstacles of every proportion have been laid out to discourage and prevent
The ultimate goal from being sought out and eventually attained
We thought the pain would end once walking through those gates
And yet Satan beat us to the punch, watching a continuous battle commence
With God's guidance we maneuver ourselves around the explosives
Still getting caught in the line of fire, wounded and short of breath
We rip off the torn clothing that is simply an added weight
Knowing a new set will be waiting at the peak, one that will never fade or stain
And trudge on, learning to find our peace in Him though surrounded by a world of pain
It is simply the faith and knowledge of His love that carries us through it all
The love that wipes away all blood and dirt as thought it had only been an annoying
speck of dust
The love that will forever endure, persevere, believe and hope without failure.
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