To The Martyrs

To The Martyrs

Anxious hours approach

Some won’t come back today

Faith might compel me home

Violence may lay me to rest

Its not that I don’t want to stay here with you

Who will be called today

Is it mine to leave this place

I pray if I am to go today

You’ll walk free to see me off

Celebrate, shouting God is Great

Like we’ve done since we were children

Just as we shout it from the roof tops

When the sound bombs and shotgun blasts echo and gas fills the air

What kind of King does such things as he celebrates our despair

He has pained and caged and killed too many

Some whom I have known and loved

Is it I that will go today

To line the Martyrs wall

Will the Riot Police crash my funeral

Will you follow close behind

Will the mourners shout “down with him”

Until the day he falls

I go reassured today

My faith will lead me on

If I’m called to go before you

Hold my loved ones warm and dear

Soften the pain of their tears

If your called before me

Go with peace knowing my dear friend

That I will do the same.