Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Martyrs are We

They’ve raised their flags over our roofs,
They’ve called us traitors, burned our books;
We can kneel and die or stand and fight,
Who knew this new age would be such a bitter night?

Their horses march with iron hooves,
They search for us with fishing hooks;
We can fall in line like fattened swine,
Or stand our ground and hold our line.

They mask their lies in rhetoric,
Injecting us with false regret;
Our call is not to sink like lead,
It’s to rise to life by embracing death.

We are the modern lambs
Prepared by Wisdom’s hands;
We are the chosen ones
Called to take our stand.

They've raised their flags over our roofs,
But our allegiances lay higher;
They've called us traitors, burned our books,
But our will to survive will stand their fire.

Monday, October 8, 2012

My Love for You


If the last thing that I’m called to do
Is shed my blood for you,
Then I’d gladly let them strap me down
And strip me of my young heart’s sound.

You’re worth the life inside my veins,
Worth every ounce and more again;
They can hang me from atop a tree,
Even take my clothes in mockery,
But I won’t fight, I won’t give up,
It’s for you I’ll shed my blood.

If the last thing that I’m called to do
Is spill my blood for you,
Then I’d gladly let them strap me down
And strip me of my mortal sound.

I know well what waits for me,
I’ve seen the path ahead;
Don’t weep for me, weep for yourself,
Life begins once we kiss death.

The one thing that I’m called to do
Is shed my blood for you,
So call them in to strap me down
And strip me of my mortal crown.

This is my love for you.