There are marches through the centuries, the martyrs of the cross,
all those who chose to follow Christ regardless of the cost.
And though their journey led them through the shadowlands of death,
the song of their commitment they rehearsed with every breath.
Uncertain days now echo back, that strong and urgent strain,
to count the cost, take up the cross and join in the refrain.
I will serve the Lord, I will serve the Lord my God.
And if God should chose, that my life I lose,
Though my foe may slay me, I will serve the Lord.
For should our journey lead us through the shadowlands of death,
may this be our heart’s resolve as long as we have breath.
The honor and the privilege ours, with wounds we suffer by His side
and to the glory of the Lord, those sacred scars we wear with pride.
I will serve the Lord, I will serve the Lord my God.
And if God should chose, that my life I lose,
Though my foe may slay me, I will serve the Lord.
Help me to never forget, Lord, that life apart from You has no meaning . . . without You life is like a leaf chasing after the wind. Only God can satisfy the heart's desire.
~Unknown~
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