Tonight I play. As the city crumbles beneath my feet, my friends die, losing their lives forever, I will cling to His Word. Looking up at these stars, my guitar in my hand, I wish nothing more than to be engulfed in the light of my Savior. Walking forward tonight... may mean my death. I will gladly die for this opportunity to reach them. I feel You. Closing my eyes overwhelms me with your presence. You turn this dim alley into a street of gold. This door has always been familiar. Is it not how you intended it? Passing these people, drinking their lives away... fighting everything that can save them. Strip away their fear. Give them authority by your name. Jesus.
The lights illuminating my skin are darkness compared to the power you possess. Will you not reach down and shine through me one last time? This pick... these strings... this stool... these faces... always so familiar. Your music flows through me. It is by Christ alone that my hope is found. By Christ alone.
They come. They have been waiting for some time, turning blind in the darkness. His name is not tolerated here. Still I will sing of it. The light reached some of them. You can take my instrument. You can steal my voice. But you cannot kill Him. Even as they humiliate me by dragging me across this floor I have worn myself, a smile still reaches its way to the surface. Did you see their faces? They knew. They saw.
I laugh. They grip my hair and force me to the ground. My eyes and spirit only soften more. Why would I steal your chance at freedom to save myself? I would gladly suffer at your hands if it meant you would see. Anger flows from them as they lead me through blackness. If they could turn around they would know. Turn around.
You are breaking my bones... my blood creates a river along the pavement. But you will not prevail like this. Your fear is showing you hatred. How much more power there is in love! Will you not stop? Continue to beat me. See the truth, I pray. My consciousness is fading. Light begins to leave my eyes. Their mockery echoes in my mind, but I hear none of their words. Just the words of my King. No guilt in life, no fear in death. This is the power of Christ in me. Jesus commands my destiny.
They go. It all seems so... distant. Of all the wars I have fought, the many battles I led, there is a peace in this moment I could not find then. Only by pure sacrifice will You be seen. May You be glorified, my God.
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