A Martyr's Plea

Days have grown so dark,

Hatred running from one to the other,

When they hear His name they tremble and curse.

I have a Love and it is not a crime,

And yet…. They say it is.

I do not understand their ways, why do they hate me?

Why do I have trouble fitting with them?

I struggle to find the cause,

And now I see…..

It is because I have a love affair with the Creator,

It is because I have surrendered to His ways,

Nothing means more to me than Him.

Everything in life is His.

I have been beaten and spat upon,

I can hear their words roar against me, Oh!

 Nothing but hatred! What is the crime?

Why did you murder my family?

All I did was love…

Deep scars cover my body, my tears mixed with blood,

All I ever told you was that the Creator loves you too…

All I did was tell you the truth of Hope,

And yet now my hands are bound.

I told you an escape from guilt and shame,

And I stand here with skin torn from my body…

All I ever wanted, was you to see Life,

And I have trouble breathing because of broken bones.

I offer you Living Bread and Living Water,

And yet I am shamefully abused,

Is hatred all you understand?

Is this all you see?

I do not hate you and my thoughts are consumed with your fate,

Do you realize that He has called you in ways of peace?

Do you know that His tears for you are every day?

Do you know that there is a way out?

Everlasting…peace.

I understand….I can only give you a message.

It is still up to you to believe…

I see you now have a gun ready in hand,

My head bows, knowing what will happen,

I am trying to control my fear as I hear the gun cock back.

I do not fear death, for I am free,

I fear for you.

You ask me what my last words are before I go,

I have said my words, so many times,

I will just be repeating myself.

I have only one word

Both from me and Him:

“I love you.”

Fare thee well, I am going home.