Amaranthine

There is a gate on the narrow way
That few there be will find
But peace and life Amaranthine
Are waiting just behind

Bread of life crumbs mark the path
Sustain you, noble fledge
Hear the Master call for you
Walk the razors edge

Burdened judgments lay ye down
Your sorrow and your hate
They will not pass the narrow way
Nor fit Masters Gate

So come along you gently now
Thou wounded by the fall
Accept the gift Amaranthine
That’s waiting for us all