In an underground cathedral, No bells to ring His praise.
Though just hushed singing voices to Him glory is still raised.
This choir will not be silenced from fear of death or pain,
They fear only being stopped from proclaiming JESUS name.
I wear a gold cross toting bible in my hand,
Police pass me by without a second glance.
While a young child is murdered for her belief and for her stance.
Reading from the Word in a hole dark as ink,
Banished to a closet for a faith they could not sink.
His little light still shines allot more then you would think.
For a child of so few years who's life teeters on the brink.
A family torn to pieces for being different from the rest.
A society so brutal most cannot comprehend.
But until the Lords feet touch down this madness will not end.
So for my persecuted brethren to God this prayer I send.
"Protect and comfort" Lord, Make you more real to all of them.
In a choked and tearful voice I whisper "Please dear Lord."
Amen....
I Love You my Lord....
And I Love You too my brethren.