A poem to encourage the saints around the world and a declaration to the enemies of our bodies and souls. Whether we live or whether we die we have triumphed in Christ and will bring glory and honor to Him who sits on the throne and unto the Lamb.
In the midst of the battle
In the dark of the night
When they put out my eyes
Oh Lord give me sight
That I would have eyes
That could truly see
That despite these chains
I am surely free
Free to worship, free to love
Free to fly to my Father above
Take my head from my shoulders
Cut me down, burn me up
In Christ alone I will drink this cup
A Call To The Remnant 