to the many faithful that have fallen by the sword
some tied to flame and some in prayerful huts or
One crowned with thorns and pierced with nails, my Lord
is what i'm living for worth dying for
on barricaded roads and bullet riddled paths to praise
land mines cannot prevent their worship
and still their blood cries out to the Ancient of Days
and in the end, He'll make it worth it
is what i'm living for worth dying for
you can take my body you can break my bones
but you can't take my soul
the persecuted children's cry has reached to the ears of the Almighty One
eternity is worthy of this way
take up your cross and follow me this way
is what i'm living for worth dying for
you can take my body you can break my bones
but you can't take my sou
if it were my son with his head held to a gun
where would I find the strength to lay him on the alter
and if it were my bride and if they took her from my side
could I say 'Father forgive them for they know not what they do'
