Afraid
This poem was
written by Betty Stam, just before being
martyred together with her husband in December, 1934.
They
were paraded through
the middle of town naked, led to the town square where the Communist regime
forced everyone to watch. There they were decapitated for the whole world to
see.
Afraid? Of what?
Afraid to see the Saviour's face,
To hear His welcome, and to trace
The glory gleam from wounds of grace?
Afraid - of THAT?
Afraid? Of what?
A flash - a crash - a pierced heart!
Darkness - Light - O Heaven's art!
A wound, of His a counterpart!
Afraid - of THAT?
Afraid? Of what?
To do by death what life could not -
Baptize with blood a stony plot,
Till souls shall blossom from the spot?
Afraid - of THAT?