For the Martyrs *

...yea, the time comes, that whosoever kills you will think that he does God service.
                                                              --John 16:2

We watch and pray; darkness clenches the sky--
(Satan hates our Savior drawing nigh.)
Our human dew spilled out on stone--
We beg God, please: 
Our tears fall down.

Stretched between here and forevermore
Lingers the anguished, fleshy door;
We pray, oh Lord, that you ease the gate
Where your martyrs bleed
And ache.

Cracks in our hearts-- cracks in the lies--
Lies brought us here, but most don't care why.
(It's just that ugliness is strong,
And people hate the Light
As if God could be wrong.)

To obey Jesus is shamed; evil lusts for blood--

Christians denounced for the 'greater good',

And all the while, they smirk, you see--
Behold Satan's tower:
The final machine.

But go ahead-- mark saints to die:
Prayer ever ascends, like a butterfly.
Life bursts, like a tulip under snow
Death is futile:
Jesus won, we know.


--Abby Elizabeth Charland

These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace.  In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.

[The words of Jesus Christ, from the Gospel according to John]
                                -- John 16:33