A voice inside the party said, “You can let her in”
The next thing she knew, the Prince Himself was at the door
He looked at her, smiled and said, “There’s room for one more”
He reached out and touched her- instantly she was clean
Wearing the brightest robe that she had ever seen
If the Mud kids had seen it, they would have gone blind
“Where’d you get it?”, she asked, He said, “Actually, it’s mine”
-Shai Linne, in "Penelope Judd"
-Shai Linne, et al, in "Martyrs"The mob screams as I’m violently handledBut I am a sample of grace that is ampleto save though the pain isn’t cancelledStrained as I’m maimed by the rage of the grappleEach swing hurting me, more than the last blowKicked by their sandals, struck by their rodsCracked from the whips in the hands of the guardsMocked by the people they bask in their evilStoring up wrath in the path of my God!But AH! “What a relief it is to be in Jesus!”Even beaten if Christ is the reasonPulled to the center of Rome- a crowd’s meetingThey chant for my death and indict me with treasonI get tied to a pole by a soldier, shaped like an ogreRope ‘round my legs and rope ‘round my shouldersHe signals his boys and he yells out,“Yo ya’ll bring the torch over!”So now I’m facing the blaze, facing the painBy grace putting faith in His nameHe says, “Last call for a recant”, I say “we can’t!”So he ignites me in flames
Thank you, Shai Linne, for your beautiful artwork.
Ah, What a relief it is to be in Jesus.