Suffering Saints
By TractorMan
I live in a land blessed Free from almost every pain Resting in a comfortable lifestyle Material riches displayed as gain I worship at church With nary a dread Little fear for my family Ending up dead But for many Christians Who live else where To stand for Christ Brings the ultimate price to bear Dying by the hundreds Each and every day Tortured and murdered In unspeakable ways While I strive to gather All the toys that I crave They bury their loved ones In desolate makeshift graves Pray they will be bold In proclaiming their faith And meet death if need be With Spirit-filled grace If this has disturbed you And your day I did taint Perhaps I have jolted you to pray And remember suffering saints Written October 8th, 2001 © on Oct 08 2001 12:17 AM PST 0 • 13
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"I live in a land blessed..."