Steve Green The Faithful
In dark, filthy places, forsaken, forgotten, our brothers
and sisters are paying a price.
They will not deny Him to purchase their freedom. For
these are the faithful, the martyrs for Christ.
Twisted and broken abandoned and beaten, their bodies
confined in unseen sacrifice. But deep in their spirits
they know perfect freedom. For they are the ones who’ve
been set free by Christ.
CHORUS
From under the altar the voices are crying: How long,
Lord, till you come judge the earth? But He’ll wrap and
redeem them in robes of pure white. For the blood of the
martyrs is the seed of the church. Oh, the blood of the
martyrs is the seed of the church.
Deafening silence, the faithful refusal to doubt or deny
in the presence of man. They lived by His promise before
His own Father that in His kingdom He’ll not deny them.
(Chorus)
