My Life is not My Own

If there ever comes the point in my life that I am persecuted because of my faith, I pray with all of my heart that I would stay strong in my Lord. To not be afraid and be tempted to fall away.

 

  Afraid? Of What?

To feel the spirit’s glad release?

To pass from pain to perfect peace,

The strife and strain of life to cease?

Afraid – of that?

Afraid? Of What?

Afraid to see the Savior’s face

To hear His welcome, and to trace

The glory gleam from wounds of grace?

Afraid – of that?

Afraid? Of What?

A flash, a crash, a pierced heart;

Darkness, light, O Heaven’s art!

A wound of His a counterpart!

Afraid – of that?

Afraid? Of What?

To do by death what life could not-

Baptize with blood a stony plot,

Till souls shall blossom from the spot?

Afraid – of that?

       – E.H. Hamilton

 

 

 

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