Ok, Bubbles, here’s that long-awaited poem you wanted me to post!
The Martyr
By Becca
Slowly he stands,
In front of the crowds.
Standing silent before
The taunting mobs.
His crime no one knows,
His punishment is burning.
The people will not settle for less.
An epic of faithfulness,
A legacy of grace.
Footprints on hearts,
One finishing the race.
So onward he moves,
To the pile of sticks.
The doorway to heavenly freedom.
A gateway to the King he adores,
The One he is dying for.
One last look
At the loud, angry crowds,
Then upward pierces his gaze
And raises the praises of the Lord.
Burning with fire,
The dross melted out.
In its place a fine jewel,
No grief left, nor doubt.
blessings,
~becca~
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
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9 comments:
Wow! that is truly incredible! and amazing! Very powerful!
THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOOOVE that poem-'tis my favorite poem!sorry about not being on for a while, our internet was malfunctioning. Hey becca- u guys coming on thursday?
hey bubbles!
my mom doesn't know yet for positives if she is going on Thursday...if she does, then YES, i will come ;)
That is a very touching poem. I don't think I've read that one before. Methinks I will print it out and post it next to my Voice of the Martyrs poster. I'll really freak my roommate out ;-).
P.S. Are you letting Miss PuppyPaws upstairs ;-)?
miss puppypaws-lolololol!ok-i hope u can come on thursday!
No, puppypaws has been banished from the hearth and home. lol.
lol. no, callie was only allowed up the 1st night...then mom insisted she has fleas :P
is blogger working yet becca&bug?if it is then PlEASE POST!!!
soory bubbles,
but blogger still doesn't work!!!!!!!!! is retarded...yeh, i know i know.
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