The Last Creed

Like dust in the windA man's heart goes unseenHis labors forgotten at the threshold of timeThe grass withers, the flowers fadesBut the word of his testimony stands foreverThe man's honor was his loveFaithfullness - his pledgeBut his memory - a pearl to the swineOne man walked tallFaced the devil with his back against the wallTo the ground, the blood ran off his fingersScorched from fire in his bonesYet today, his last thought lingersAround his neck, against his heartHe wore a silver cross- He knew what freedom costHis voice only an echo in the windFreed those golden shacklesA child of time no moreA mirror of the crimson thornThat the man of sorrow woreHe gave unselfishlyAs to shrink from death>>The devil stole his life, loveBut not the hope of his soulIf he'd only died in her armsHis dream would have been completeYet can such love dwell in a manIf God is his witness, I know it canWould you plant the seedOf that martyr's last creedProclaim God's gospelRaise your head, heed his hopeDid You stand by the weekWhom the angels serveWill you dare to holdA martyrs handAnd guide the unseen hostWho with him standWill you share that vision at death's doorStand proud by his sideTo serve the Lord