By Saba E. Demian, M.D.
Written in 2015
Open wide ye gates of heaven
Ascend they on the Savior’s cross
The laurels await to be given
A gain of glory not a loss
Their blood shed, stained the sand
Of the Savior’s blessed haven
Blessed He its people and their land
Egypt welcomed the King of heav’n
Weep we now and evermore
Our flesh tortured slain
Usher they the path afore
A verdant, odiferous plane
Well might they couch His feet
In rapture wear the glory crowns
How wonderous is the ransom seat
Where shining face never frowns
Onward tread we in your way
And slacken not our pace
Until we pilgrims’ winners say
And stand we happy face to face
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Photo Credit: Victor Fakhoury’s modern-day icon, The Martyrs of Maspero
