If indeed my flesh does die,
who will then begin to rise?
If indeed my flesh I kill,
what hearts will His Gospel fill?
If indeed I lay me down,
who will grow up from that ground?
If my seed I give my king,
wondrous harvest will He bring?
If “I fear,” to Him I cry!
Says He simply, “Child, all die.”
In His will alone I rest
sacrifice small on altar blessed.
In His presence I abide.
Faith now grows a rising tide.
Grace into my heart does fill,
more hearts, more hearts, more hearts still!
By living dead, many die.
Thousands more are sure to rise.
A martyr’s life is what I lead.
Living martyrs bleed True seed.
(anonymous author from Fairmont State University, Fairmont, WV)