How Much Everything Costs-An Easter Poem

 I wrote this poem as a reflection on Easter, and what my response to the Ressurection should be. You can read the stories of martyrs that I reference in Tortured For Christ by Richard Wurmbrand, which you can receive absolutely free here. It is extremely challenging.

 How Much Everything Costs

Oh Lord, my version of supreme love
Is put to shame,
As I hear the agony
Some have suffered for your name.

The torture their hearts felt as
They took the bride away
On her wedding day,
Knowing life could never be the same.
Yet still, a smile on her face.

And the wife with the small child
Who told her husband, "Stand!"
In doing so, she gave him away
For fourteen years at their hands.
And still, a smile on her face.

As they dragged her away
from the only child she had,
She cried, "Son, believe in Jesus!"
The only words she had time to say,
And the most important anyway.

They counted the cost,
they considered the price,
They rejoiced in what they could give.
Surrendering their dearest loved ones,
Their own bodies to unspeakable tortures,
And still, a smile on their face.

For they have learned
Much more than I 
What it means to
"Take up your cross, love me more,
Hate your father, wife, and friends.
Come follow me,
Give your everything."

Gladly they did it too,

For Your love compelled them

To tell of Your resurrection

So others could be born again.

And here I sit,

The doors open wide,

To tell our gospel, the great news!

And who have I told,

Though no one will harm me?

Of my freedom to share,

I rarely make use.

We talk of "radical" love,

Of pouring our lives out,

For the one who poured His out for us.

But do we really know

The things we are saying?

How much "everything" really costs?

 "For Christ’s love compels us, because we are convinced that one died for all, and therefore all died. And he died for all, that those who live should no longer live for themselves but for him who died for them and was raised again." 2 Corinthians 5:14&15