Psalm Of The Martyr

I am the Martyr you shall not want I lay me down across waters You will not cross I wander mountainsides alone To bring their grandeur To your door And run through gauntlets unafraid Your cross to bear I climb the steps of lofty peaks Through storm and strife and dark of night And rage the sky in grave distress, for you – For you, my noble quest, I bear witness To the blade and knife To the callous force of Nature’s might And in despair cry out your name Though it radiates in muted tones The crimson luster of its flame Yea, though I walk through hidden valleys In the shadow of the midday sun And move in darkness, as it were In honor of my sacred word And wander in the wilderness These long and restless years Seeking a deliverance I seem not to deserve I yet am bound, in act and deed By oath of blood and oath of right Wrested from the Moon One long and anguished night Unto my lone and solitary quest ‘Less by loss of hope, of heart, of fight I lose of you, my love, my life –