Martyrs

My friend Vicky wrote a beautiful poem, and she gave me permission to post it, so I have included it below. :-)

Martyrs

The Land drank

And drunk became

Pure wine poured 

Into her heart

It sang in joy

It sang in grief

Mysterious water

Into her bosom

It gave her life

It gave her pain

Where did you come from

Wine of victory 

Wine of defeat.

 Rulers of the world

Envied their bodies

Feared their souls

Took their breath

Intact their core

And Earth received 

This precious gift

This blood made white

By the Lamb of God

First born that died 

The Living One...

His death was life...

Their death in Him

The same.

Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints. Psalm 116:15