The Only Voice That Matters

Dear God,

I remember the noise

The voices clamouring 

To have me killed

The arguments made

The case put forward

The injustice of it all

The noise was constant

From the courts to the streets

Where the public called for my blood

Entertained by another public execution

I remember the stones

The noise as they thumped my body

The cheers, the jeers from the crowd

So much noise

I remember my own voice

As I spoke to you,

‘Lord Jesus, receive my Spirit’

And all the noise seemed to stop

Everything in slow motion

And in the midst of great persecution

I hear the only voice that matters

Whispering words of love

Promising life with you

Hallelujah, what a Saviour!

Acts 7:55-60

55 But Stephen, full of the Holy Spirit, looked up to heaven and saw the glory of God, and Jesus standing at the right hand of God. 56 “Look,” he said, “I see heaven open and the Son of Man standing at the right hand of God.”

57 At this they covered their ears and, yelling at the top of their voices, they all rushed at him, 58 dragged him out of the city and began to stone him. Meanwhile, the witnesses laid their coats at the feet of a young man named Saul.

59 While they were stoning him, Stephen prayed, “Lord Jesus, receive my spirit.” 60 Then he fell on his knees and cried out, “Lord, do not hold this sin against them.” When he had said this, he fell asleep.

 
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