To the Martyrs

To the Martyrs

You stood so strong and brave
As you gazed into death's eyes
Though hell was opened to you
You were not afraid to die


You were not ashamed of Him
For whom you had been called to suffer
You counted it all joy
And you eternal honor


They had beaten, they had tortured
Still you stood strong and tall
You were willing to give your life
For the one who gave you His all


You had known the risk
When you accepted Him into your life
Because you had seen in Him
The way, the truth, the life


And so you stood, not afraid
While death taunted you
And all the crowds in the stand
Jeered and mocked at you


You lifted your eyes towards heaven
And hazed into the sky
And with a praise upon your lips
To you Saviour, you died


And when you passed through the gate
And gazed upon the Son
He opened up his arms to you and said
My faithful servant, well done


Some may think was it really worth
To die for one you'd never seen
But they could never understand
The faith you had inside of thee


Some may think you lost the battle
But in truth, you won the war
Death was not defeat, on no
Death was the final victory score


I wonder if I could ever be
As brave and strong as you
You have sent an example for me

How to my faith, I must be proud and true