Witness - Debtor

Hemmed in, surrounded on every side by men who hate me on account of you,

torn down by their fury and spite,

blindly raging against your voice,

every shred of mercy has fled.

I speak the truth, but they don’t hear.

I’m shut down by closed minds and hardened hearts, my cries for reason fall on

deaf ears.

But what is this flesh?

It’s just a vanishing mist, it’s not my home, these eyes are fixed on what’s

true, believing you, and scorning every prize offered by these times.

Unashamed in the face of this wrath,

because this foundation is true,

so we are ready to die.

The mob’s pressing in, heaven’s filling my sight, I know there’s no turning

back from this promise of life…

with steadfast resolve…

gritted broken teeth, the stones are pounding me down, I’m being beaten into

dust, pummeled into the ground.

When I’m drenched in blood, hands raised to heaven I’ll cry (

Father), Lord of all (forgive them), take my spirit home (for they know not

what they do) (your will be done).