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Afraid? Of what?
Afraid to see the Saviour's face,
To hear His welcome, and to trace
The glory gleam from wounds of grace?
Afraid - of THAT?
Afraid? Of what?
A flash - a crash -
a pierced heart!
Darkness - Light - O Heaven's art!
A wound, of His a counterpart!
Afraid - of THAT?
Afraid? Of what?
To do by death what life could not -
Baptize with blood a stony plot,
Till souls shall blossom from the spot?
Afraid - of THAT?
This poem was written by Betty
Stam, just before being martyred together with her husband in
December, 1934. They were paraded through the middle of town
naked, led to the town square where the Communist regime forced
everyone to watch. There they were decapitated for the whole
world to see.
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