Martyrs Joy

When fire is thrown and your ankles singe,
rejoice, for you have stood firm!
When they knock your knees useless,
wonder at the ease of prayer.
When they slit your spine,
revel that His hands have held you upright.
When they wrench your fingers broken,
bask, knowing that the work of your hands cannot save you.
When they prick your lungs to leak,
sing for the small quiet voice that speaks in your stead.
When the axe is planted between your eyes,
praise that the steel that sends you home.