Martyred for Christ

if we are martyred
let my last words spill
as praise to Him
i pray that my flesh
takes it quietly
i pray His Spirit
is singing hymns
loudly and boldly
though i am held in derision
and my heart be despised
let not iron bars
nor the ire of pokers
sting my faith
nor rip it into pieces
from me
i hope my love for Christ
will lull me into heaven
in those moments or hours
my earthly tent is being
abused
let not unconsciousness
pull me away
from the focus of My Lord
in dying and death
i whisper My Love
to You.

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