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Call Them Blessed What do you call the saint
who has given their all for the cause? What do you call the saint
whose brethren have betrayed? What do you call the saint
who pleads for rest among the storms of life? What do you call the saint
who pierced, sinks to tired knee? What do you call the saint
who won't quit, though suffering great? What do you call that
saint whose wounds are not few?
James 5:11
The one who courageously stood for the Lord and suffered loss?
The saint who is scarred and bruised, acquainted with fear?
Whose prayers rarely travel upward without an accompanying tear?
Who can't sleep at night regardless of where head is laid?
Whose armor has been pierced by closest of friend?
Who wearily eyes the narrow road, steadies himself, and walks it again?
Who cannot look to right or left without seeing anger and strife?
Who bows his head without knowing what to say?
Yet reaches desperately for His God anyway?
Who lies sprawled in the mire for all the world to see?
Who struggles to rise without really knowing why?
Whose thoughts sore to He far beyond the sky?
Who stumbles and staggers slowly up that road they call Straight?
Whose clothes have ripped, and shoes have worn?
Whose heart is broken, but faith untorn?
Who through everything has always stayed true?
What do you call that saint who yearns desperately for his eternal rest?
Well, I don't know about you, but God calls him blessed.