Monday, March 8, 2010

John Mark's Ballad of Sorts

Never again will I feel the pain
I'll never lean against wind and rain

For my life has finally met its end
And soon I'll be with my Savior again

No need to cry, no time to fear
Life so fragile, eternity near

Once brought down, I ran away
But now, through Him, I'm here to stay

They tore my flesh like chunks of meat
They dragged my body through the streets

No words could describe, nor could horrors tell
What grace to play second fiddle well

Yet, if all this is what sacrifice takes
Keep beating my body until it breaks.

1/15/07 5:30 PM

In honor of all the martyrs who showed us what it means to worship God with all your heart, soul, mind and strength. But far greater than these is the ultimate sacrifice: Jesus Christ.

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