Martyrs

Their blood was spilled Your church was built But to them it never occurred To deny the Word Of Truth that set them free Assuming of Heaven to be. Even joyful singing was heard You, their Lord, they preferred Their church buildings burned But not one turned They were spurned For what they said, "Jesus is raised from the dead". Yet, hope through them was bred Hope that there is the Way To our Creator's heart that day When Jesus the price had to pay Out of love for us He freely gave His life laid down the Way did pave Fasting, not counting the cost To the wind all fear is tossed Sleepless, just to pray Trusting Jesus day by day Seeing miracles by His name To own or not, it's just the same Freedom from sin and guilt On this the Faith is built! Keeping in the Bible of His Word They rest and eat, love preferred To life itself His truth puts all else on a shelf Forgotten, all forgiven In Him, their Heaven!