I once believed that martyrs lived in an age long past
and that their fate, by their faith was cast.
That by their choice their blood would shed
as witness to their Lord’s steps they led.
Yet I have come now to see, that martyrs we all begin to be
the moment we reject this world’s sin
yet realize that this world we are in
is our starting place from which to save
as many souls from the eternal grave
of self that drags so many down
I once believed that to follow Him as best I could
I would have to hang from that Holy Wood
or at least remove myself from this place
which has long rejected His suffering Face.
But long since then have I come to see
that being a martyr can also be
the delicate balance that one must make
to dream in Heaven one must wake
to this earth’s calls.
For to follow Christ we must pursue the difficult path
a call which brings its own wrath
of leaving, yet cleaving, to our fellow souls
for following Him, demands the goals
to witness His Presence in a world so blind
and see that Presence in those souls we find
who need Him most.
I now believe, that we begin as martyrs with the call perfect
which is ours unless we choose to reject
That we must live our lives as the Hymn
“If anyone comes to me, I want to lead them to Him.”
Copyright, 2012 Gabriel Garnica