Im lead blindly to my execution, Unaware of mockers that jeer, For my mind is on the One who loves me dear... The taunt me for believing that I am made for something more, They hold knives to my throat and guns to my head, They try to draw my eyes away from my faith, They beat me with whips and sticks, Until my body is soaked with blood, They try to make me renounce it, As the tears come down my face... But I cannot forsake the One, Who gave up everything for me, Even as I am on the ground, And they continue to kick my bruised face, For I know where I'm going... I know where I'm going... Death holds no chains on me... Death has no fear over me... They shout and they curse me, Because I take up my cross, And follow the One who breathes life into me... They wonder why I refuse to be like them... And I look into their eyes, They recoil at the light within them... And the voice that is not my own... "If this is meant to be, God will let me bear it... Or He will call me home..."
Tsuki Akemi · Tue Oct 20, 2009 @ 09:33pm · 1 Comments |