I Stood and Died

Gary Edward Geraci

 

I stood and died among lions

Tearing, terrifying teeth

And claw, limb to limb, limp

But at that moment, Christ’s

Grace sufficed, His name on my lips

 

I stood and died among lions

The captor’s cold cutting blade pressed

Against the vein in my neck

But at that moment, Christ’s

Grace sufficed, His name on my lips

 

I stood and died among lions

The culture’s clamorous clutch choking

A closing breath from my lungs

But at that moment, Christ’s

Grace sufficed, His name on my lips

 

For when the tree He bore

On manly shoulders, splintered

And tore, into human flesh

He stood and died among lions

 

And at that moment, God’s

Grace sufficed, His name on His lips

 

Gary Edward Geraci

  • Author: Gary Edward Geraci (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 21st, 2019 17:33
  • Comment from author about the poem: Persevering for the sake of the martyrs!
  • Category: Spiritual
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  • Gary Edward Geraci

    Christian’s seek love Outback. No one in their right mind seeks martyrdom as an end game goal. But when it comes, and it comes today, in many forms, as it came during the time of our Lord, Christ prepares the persecuted one to endure: be it a horrific, torturous, death. Death has been conquered my friend; it no longer has the final word.

    • Gary Edward Geraci

      Thank you Diamond. For the sake of our friendship you may simply rest assured that I am in a very good place as a disciple of Jesus Christ. From my perspective, we don’t have to try to judge another’s heart - only God can do that dear sister.

      • Gary Edward Geraci

        Blessed Mariam Thresia Chiramel Mankidiyan of Kuzhikkattussery, India pray for us! “She is an icon of love and charity. All of us respect her” P.K. Mohanan, a member of the village council.

        • Gary Edward Geraci

          Hindus and Christians alike come to venerate her Diamond. Ah, yes indeed, we can all get along if we try.



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