Pleasure or Pain. (Martyrdom Poem)

Whips and chains

Fuel and flames

Men and women died for baring the cross’s shame

Killed, slaughtered

Persistent, pro-longed pain

Still they stood firm and never caved

Those days

When being a Christian was like signing up to be a dead man walking

Persecuted simply for talking and professing,


Christianity is not for the faint…

Fun and fantasy

Alcohol and ecstasy

Fast food and fast sex

Nothing has changed

Except these days

We are inflicted with pleasure

Rather than pain

Promises of riches beyond what our forefathers could endeavour

Who wants to be a millionaire?

When there’s over a million in want, in need

Poverty is a result of our own human greed

They once used pain to try and tame

Believers and disciples of the Ancient of days


The enemy remains the same

Yet his tactics of control have changed

Will men and women die to bare the cross’s shame?

Die to self

Trust and obey

The One who commanded His children to abstain

From the lust of the flesh

In a world that revolves around lust and flesh

Will you live to please yourself

Or put your appetite to death?

Our appetite for sin

Is impossible to overcome without the help of Him

Who was whipped and shamed

So we could be pure through His undefiled blood

Pleasure or pain…

Whatever the threat

Your freedom of choice remains.

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