I stand at the gate;
With the aim to wait;
In order not to be late;
Not knowing the date;
When i meet with my fate;
My heart pounds at quick rate;
Where is my faith?
I wait and stare;
Drowning myself in tear;
Looking at my mates with care;
I know the day is near;
But i know not who He'll spare;
And who faces His spear;
Why do i fear?
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