Each of His redeemed,
Must traverse its fields of mines,
With satan's myrid schemes
To waylay, maime and blind.
Crucificition lies in wait,
With pain and degredation,
To slay the mortal waif,
And form a spiritual creation.
This path is called Transition Way,
Where, as faith lays hold on truth,
Sinful flesh is casualty,
The spirit succored and nenewed.
Sustained by God the Father,
Equiped by God the Son,
God the Spirit as defender
At death the victory won.
Written by Joyce Guy
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