by Eva
Lift up your voices for the suffering,
For those prisoners bound with chains!
Cry aloud and spare not!
Let your tears run down like rain!

Throughout the earth this very hour,
Countless Believers are losing their lives
For the sake of the glorious Gospel,
For the mark of that glorious prize.

Be chained with them, My brethren!
Intercede for them day and night!
Let your own hearts break for love of them
Until the "break of Morning Light!"

Say not to yourselves, "I knew it not!"
Boldly stand for all that is true!
No!  Do not shut your eyes or ears
To My Spirit, Who is alive in you!

Intercede for them, My kinsmen!
Cry aloud!  Let your voices be heard
For the countless many led to their death
While their brethren sleep undisturbed!
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[This poem was especially written for all "true" Believers worldwide, who are continually persecuted for
their great love of G-D Who is their L-RD and SAVIOR.]

"If thou forbear to deliver them that are drawn unto death, and those that are ready to be slain;  If thou sayest,
'Behold we knew it not'; doth not He that pondereth the heart consider it?  And He that keepeth thy soul, doth
not He knoweth?  And shall He not render to every man according to his works?" -
Proverbs 24:11-12