They raise their voice, they throw their stone,
Yet I am not to stand alone.
For in the fire, love still speaks—
A strength not forged in days or weeks.
The world may teach to curse and fight,
To meet the dark with deeper night,
But You, O Lord, have shown the way—
To bless the hands that seek decay.
To love the ones who bring me low,
To let compassion freely flow,
To pray for those who bear me pain—
This is the cross, the heart’s refrain.
Not vengeance sharp, but mercy wide,
Not wrath, but peace I hold inside.
For what am I if not Your light?
A flame that burns through hate with might.
So let them rage, and let them scorn,
From love eternal I was born.
And though the world may never see,
I’ll love them still—because of Thee.
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