The persecuted in an anthem,
Their lives shine more brightly
As holy waters poured out freely
Abundantly upon a large altar Rock
Place of lasting honor,
Names as banners held up high
Names written in silver and gold
Stars as jewels by each pulse with vibrant life
Wind of the Spirit catches them as a sail on a sky ship
Lifts the recorded names very high
Even those souls from unknown places,
Villages and farmlands easily forgotten
Jungles and grasslands from distant nations
Mountains and deserts rarely seen,
Tiny corners of huge sprawling cities
Where Satan rules,
Where darkness pretends to reign supreme.
Wickedness covers itself with religious robes
Tramples the gentle ones
Crushes the tender, humble hearts beneath stiff boots
Even as seeds forced into the hard ground
Dirt kicked, spat upon and worse.
But a new world rests within each one
“Seed of Promise” within the body seed just sown,
Heavenly hands work the difficult soil
Scrape and till the ground
Water the precious seed,
“Breath of Holy Fire” upon them all,
“Love stronger than death”, a holy angelic chant!
Then, songs of worship rise from the Earth
Meet countless angels high above
Together a chorus, a dance in eternal celebration
Triumph in life that is true life.
A roaring river as loud thunder moves deeply through the earth
Leaps and rushes out through the highest mountain
Up into the very heavens,
High above heaven and earth.
The moments of suffering forgotten,
The Hand of Eternity wipes away the trace of every tear,
The trace of every drop of righteous human blood once shed.
Sent to us by the author, Gary Bertnick.