When they come to say, we cannot pray,
we look to you at Gethsemane.

When they come to say, we cannot gather,
we look to you, at the last supper.

When they come to say, we can not worship,
we look to you to guide our way.

When they come to take our heads,
we will look upon the cross you shed.

When they yell that we will die, we will
BOLDLY PROCLAIM, YOUR NAME MOST HIGH.

(Poem written and posted on 
Fulfilledprophecy's discussion board by Carpentersdaughter)

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