Sisters Martyr

SISTERS MARTYR

I’m standing in the arena

The crowd is out for blood

My sisters huddle against me,

We’re surrounded by Your Love.

I say a silent Prayer to You

“Lord please help me to be bold.”

I start to sing a hymn we know

My sisters grab a hold.

Jehovah, Lord, you are my God

You’ve delivered us from sin

You’re in charge, You’re the King,

You’ll deliver us again.

They’ve let the beasts out

They can smell our fear

We sing louder for You, God

They are so very near.

The crowd has fallen silent

They don’t know what to do.

Cause though we’re truly terrified,

We’re singing Lord to You.

They’re circling our huddle

We’re standing strong before the beasts

It’s going to start any minute,

Their breath is hot upon our cheeks.

Tears are falling freely now,

Screams begin to fill the air.

I’m still singing for You, Lord

Though, this is much to bear.

The crowd is still silent,

My sisters are all with You.

I raise my voice even higher,

As the beasts come into view.

They asked me to renounce You,

To say I’ll bow to their king,

Lord, I welcome this chance,

This is why I sing.

As I tell my tale to you,

Beyond the Pearly Gates

I know I pleased you Father,

In a war against pure hate.

Jennifer Grimm

This poem was inspired by the first chapter of the book "Martyr of the Catacombs" -- author unknown.

*The Jesus Loving Princess*

*Blessed are you when men hate you, when they exclude you and insult you and reject your name as evil, because of the Son of Man. Luke 6:22 *