Έλπίς μου ὁ Πατήρ, καταφυγή μου ὁ Υἱός, Σκέπη μου τὸ Πνεῦμα τὸ Ἅγιον. Τριὰς Ἁγία, δόξα Σοι.

Δεῦτε ἀπὸ θέας Γυναῖκες εὐαγγελίστριαι, καὶ τῇ Σιὼν εἴπατε· Δέχου παρ΄ ἡμῶν Χαρᾶς Εὐαγγέλια, Τῆς Ἀναστάσεως Χριστοῦ. Τέρπου, χόρευε, καὶ ἀγάλλου Ἱερουσαλήμ, τὸν Βασιλέα Χριστόν, θεασαμένη ἐκ τοῦ μνήματος, ὡς Νυμφίον προερχόμενον.


Σάββατο 30 Μαρτίου 2013

Martyr For Christ


http://revolutioninchrist.com A Christian is forced to kneel before his accuser for preaching the Gospel. The following is a poem inspired by the production of this video. Also visit http://persecution.comChristianity's Stand 

You can have my eyes, you can stab my heart, 
you can tear every limb from my body apart. 
But the words of my lips you will never hold, 
I am weak and scared but God makes me bold. 
I will never deny Jesus, the Holy One, 
though you threaten me with knife and gun. 
I will always hold my bible, the Father's word, 
until you call me home, then I fly like a bird. 
Lord oh Lord hold me in your arms as I die, 
I breathe my last, for your name I would not defy, 
I will take the pain, for you have done so for me, 
for you I will bear it as they beat me in glee. 
A tattered worn bible has been used much, 
a bruised, battered body to be healed at your touch. 
The bible for me, and the body for you Lord, 
God cast my enemies down, and slash with your sword. 
Now eternity is mine, because I walked the tight line. 
Though it was painful, gruesome, and gore, 
ask me again and I'll tell you once more. By Corey Marie Creighton





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