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Like dust in the wind |
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A man's heart goes unseen |
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His labors forgotten at the threshold of time |
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The grass withers, the flowers fades |
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But the word of his testimony stands forever |
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The man's honor was his love |
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Faithfullness - his pledge |
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But his memory - a pearl to the swine |
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One man walked tall |
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Faced the devil with his back against the wall |
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To the ground, the blood ran off his fingers |
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Scorched from fire in his bones |
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Yet today, his last thought lingers |
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Around his neck, against his heart |
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He wore a silver cross - |
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He knew what freedom cost |
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His voice only an echo in the wind |
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Freed those golden shackles |
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A child of time no more |
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A mirror of the crimson thorn |
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That the man of sorrow wore |
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He gave unselfishly << |
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Loved not his life so much |
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As to shrink from death>> |
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The devil stole his life, love |
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But not the hope of his soul |
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If he'd only died in her arms |
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His dream would have been complete |
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Yet can such love dwell in a man |
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If God is his witness, |
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I know it can |
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Would you plant the seed |
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Of that martyr's last creed |
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Proclaim God's gospel |
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Raise your head, heed his hope |
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Did You stand by the week |
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Whom the angels serve |
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Will you dare to hold |
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A martyrs hand |
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And guide the unseen host |
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Who with him stand |
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Will you share that vision at death's door |
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Stand proud by his side |
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To serve the |
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Lord |