| Like dust in the wind | |
| A man's heart goes unseen | |
| His labors forgotten at the threshold of time | |
| The grass withers, the flowers fades | |
| But the word of his testimony stands forever | |
| The man's honor was his love | |
| Faithfullness - his pledge | |
| But his memory - a pearl to the swine | |
| One man walked tall | |
| Faced the devil with his back against the wall | |
| To the ground, the blood ran off his fingers | |
| Scorched from fire in his bones | |
| Yet today, his last thought lingers | |
| Around his neck, against his heart | |
| He wore a silver cross - | |
| He knew what freedom cost | |
| His voice only an echo in the wind | |
| Freed those golden shackles | |
| A child of time no more | |
| A mirror of the crimson thorn | |
| That the man of sorrow wore | |
| He gave unselfishly << | |
| Loved not his life so much | |
| As to shrink from death>> | |
| The devil stole his life, love | |
| But not the hope of his soul | |
| If he'd only died in her arms | |
| His dream would have been complete | |
| Yet can such love dwell in a man | |
| If God is his witness, | |
| I know it can | |
| Would you plant the seed | |
| Of that martyr's last creed | |
| Proclaim God's gospel | |
| Raise your head, heed his hope | |
| Did You stand by the week | |
| Whom the angels serve | |
| Will you dare to hold | |
| A martyrs hand | |
| And guide the unseen host | |
| Who with him stand | |
| Will you share that vision at death's door | |
| Stand proud by his side | |
| To serve the | |
| Lord |