Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Testing one, two, three...

Testing, testing, one, two, three
If all others forsook
Would you still love Me?
And if they would turn
With rocks in their grip
Would you stand firm
As Stephen did?


A few years ago I read this poem and saved it.
and never forgot it's challenge...

Perhaps the hands that held the stone
If the truth were really known
That Stephens thought of hope that day
Heaven is just a stones throw away.
(I wonder if I could be such a man) 


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