Snow and ice are my bed now,

But I am warm.

Cruel beasts and crueler people watch me,

But I am not afraid;

Far from it,

I have Jesus at my side.

The blows I endure,

They are nothing;

Was not He also lashed?

It is glory to suffer

For Him.

These people, these people that thirst for blood,

In their wars, in their games,

Yet He pitied them!

Oh, my Lord! Only give me Your strength!

They gather together, in rows, ready for sport,

Their eyes are hungry to see evil, and devour it.

Shouting, cheering, maddening; tell me,

Are ye beasts or men?

How can you watch such pain; such suffering,

And laugh?

It is the devil’s work.

Lord! Help me forgive them!

Take my hand, as I step onto the sand,

Cover my ears, tell me Your promises,

When they shout,

And when I see lions,

Carry me away with angels.

‘“I will not fear, for Thou art with me”’

Elizabeth Baillie


2 Comments Add yours

  1. Annetta says:

    This poem is very captivating and descriptive! I thoroughly enjoyed reading it! Thank you!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you so much!

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