It’s impossible to stand
Against the ocean’s surging hand
A message I did not understand
A warning against this foreign land
A disconnect between what I say
What they observe in how we’ve behaved
A foreign tongue that's treated with fear
They got no use for our gods here
Don't tell me I’m the least
Don’t leave me swinging from this tree
A bag of silver at my feet
My heart just beyond your reach
The shouting drums, a rising threat
The arrows pierced my arms and chest
The rocks rain down and my last breath
Will thank you for this martyrs death
Consider me brave, unafraid
mangled in this sandy grave
or is it just another fool’s mistake
To come into the wild unarmed with faith
Don't tell me I’m the least
Mistake me for the enemy
Another wasted opportunity
these tears will wash your feet
The question becomes
Can you be sanctified without blood
The question becomes
Can you be forgiven for what you haven't done
The question becomes
Will we reject salvation when it comes?
The question becomes
Will we kill the savior that doesn’t look like us?
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