They were strong young men

with bold beliefs

and countless dreams

They were proud and accomplished

the brightest of their generation

anxious for their names to be written in history

One of millions

a mere nameless, faceless number

among a grand tragedy

The brilliant young man

the beautiful woman

the sweet child

the weak grandmother

the wise old father

none more important, more valuable, more memorable than the next

The holocaust of the christians

is coming

to the young

to the old

to the rich

to the poor

to the famous

and the invisible, forgotten, unlovable kind

It doesn't matter what you've done

how you look

your great abilities

whether your life has been long or short

whether you are worthy of this or that from your fellow man

All that matters is

do you know the Savior

do you recognize His Voice when He speaks

do you recognize His Face in the orphan and the widow and the unlovable and the oppressed

do you know Him

do you know Him


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