It's time for me to make a stand
To state loud and clear
My right to my beliefs
Even if others wish not to hear
Time to put aside my worry
That some might take offence

"It's just not right!" They'll cry in streets
"For religion to be spoken aloud"

Heaven forbid any man overhear
That my God is not buried
Still entombed
Still wrapped in a shroud.

That one may scream from the rooftops above,
"How dare you say that you believe
In the One and Living God?"
Who? They wonder am I to say
That my Lord is
The Light
The Love
And The Way?

Should I hold my peace
In answer to the call of fear
What shall I lose next?
And all the sake
Of pleasing some strangers ears?

If political correctness dictates
That I should hold my tongue
Then who will stand for My Lord
When the rights of unbelievers have won?

And what defense will I give
When judgment day is at hand?
How will I look into the eyes
Of the One who died for my sins

Shall I say, "I praised you Lord in silence
While others set the snares?"
That I hid like the wheat
Amid the chaff and tares?

"But Lord," I might entreat
Pleading through my tears
"I was polite in my ways
Whispering nary a belief
To those unwilling ears"

And as He shakes his head sadly
Disappointment darkening his face
I imagine He will give a sad smile
As He says with a sigh,
"You stood for nothing and no one
While for you
I was born
I lived
I died."

As I fall to my knees
His words will go on
Rending my heart to shreds.
"I died that you might live
That through my blood you might be healed
Hung there on that cross
That your sins child
I could forgive

Then I rose again to light your way,
That you might share the Gift
But as darkness hides the day
You child hid My Light."
Leaving countless souls adrft

The thought of such disappointment
Is more than I can bear
For my Lord has never met me down
Rather in times of need
My God is always there.

So I will shout from the rooftops
My right to be heard
My right to speak in public
Of my precious Saviour's word.