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!
Copyright © Helen Reimer | Year Posted 2019
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