If They Persecuted Me Poem by ONGODIA JAMES PETER

If they dare persecute me, let it come,
And should you ever ask, I would tell:
I constructed a faith like Noah's Ark,
No flood nor storm could dare dispel.
A century I'd give, like Joan of Arc,
To break a deceitful Satan.

I'm a Perpetua and Felicity,
In devotion and love,
In the search for eternity,
For the true kingdom above.

I would be the last-day Stephen,
Thrust to rest for steadfast faith.
I will walk on along the path
Of a faith the grave cannot claim.
I'll be another Paul too and Peter,
Since I cast away the fear of Agrippa.

I refuse to renounce my trust,
‘Tis not the chopping of my head that hurts
‘Tis your failure to grasp the truth
The light of the Son, the world was blest
That guides my soul to Almighty God
At His throne, on my day of judgement,
I'd hope for the other side of the sword
A kinder side, a righteous one
a Christian soul is meant to be.