The persecuted ones in a lifting, powerful anthem,
Their lives shine more brightly
As Holy Water poured out freely
Abundantly upon a massive, ancient altar Rock
Place of sacrificial love, place of lasting honor;
Each name as a banner held up high
Beautiful names written in silver and gold
Stars as jewels by each name pulse with vibrant life
Winds of the Spirit catch each banner like a gust on a sail
The sky ships carry the names very high indeed,
Even many souls from unknown places on Earth-
Villages and farmlands easily forgotten,
Jungles and grasslands from far off nations
Mountains and deserts rarely seen,
Tiny corners of huge sprawling cities
Even those where Satan lives and rules,
Where darkness pretends to reign as light.
Wickedness covers itself with religious robes
Tramples the gentle ones as "Nicolaitans" did,
They crush the tender and the willing
Even as seeds forced into the hard ground
Stiff boots that kick and spit upon and worse.
But a new creation, a new world rests within each one
Good "Seed of Promise" within the body just sown,
Heavenly hands worked the difficult soil
Scraped and tilled the ground
They water the precious seed;
A fresh breath of Holy Fire upon them all
"Love stronger than death", a holy angelic chant!
Eventually songs of worship rise from the earth
Meet the countless angels high above
Together in a chorus, a dance in eternal celebration
Together in life that is True Life.
Loud thunder roars as a river that moves deeply through the earth
Leaps and rushes from broad valleys, then out above highest mountains
Up into the very heavens,
High above heaven and earth.
The moments of persecution forgotten
Suffering and all painful thoughts removed
As the Hand of Eternity wipes away every trace of every sorrowful tear,
Every trace of every priceless drop of human blood shed,
For they remained faithful
"Even to the point of death."