Upon the narrow road a soul is called,
A birth anew beneath the heavens’ gaze,
Where shadows part and worldly din grows small,
The heart reborn finds light through darkened days.
No broad expanse of ease tempts steps astray,
Nor gilded paths with fleeting wealth adorned,
But steadfast will through trials holds its sway,
A quiet strength in sacred vows is sworn.
The privilege belongs to those who tread,
Where honor blooms in sacrifice sincere,
Each footfall echoes grace by choice instead,
A pilgrim’s song the angels pause to hear.
So forth they march, their ardent spirits soar,
This narrow road doth honor Christ their core.