Face of an Angel, Yet Murdered
Chosen to serve the needy and poor, he didn’t see this as dutiful chore.
Full of faith, Spirit and Power,
Stephen was brought to a heavy dark hour…
Or a Light moment in time depending on perspective,
As he stood in Truth at religious men’s corrective.
Even more than merely standing, with power he spoke,
And upon gospel reminders the accusers did choke.
“Get rid of this man, these words from our ears”,
For the Words of God they did not want to hear.
Tables were turned as Stephen pointed to them,
Showing their betrayal and murder within.
But this was too much, the line was crossed,
And Stephen laid dead having counted the cost.
Yet, before his eyes shut, he saw the glory of God,
prayed for his killers dripping blood in the sod.
He laid eyes upon Jesus before stones were thrown,
Blindly, for the sake of the gospel, evil men sent him home.
—Today is the Feast of Stephen, which is mentioned in the song, Good King Wenceslas…which struck my curiosity.
“The Blood of the martyr is the seed of the church”. Tertullian