Martyrdom: Why Their Joy?

The Righteous are as Bold as a Lion. (Prov. 28:1)

What was it that gave martyrs the boldness of lions through their deaths? Why could Stephen pray for the forgiveness of those who stoned him? Why could Christians sing hymns while they were being burned alive at the stake? It was the reality that upon their death rather than facing wrath and judgement they would face joy and glory. Jesus Christ bore the wrath of God upon his shoulders for all those who would repent and trust in him. So, every martyr can go to their grave with joy knowing there is no wrath to fear on the other side of death. Every martyr that has died beginning with Abel in Genesis 4 up until the present day are now experiencing joy forever in the presence of their savior.

This poem traces the lives of many martyrs beginning from Revelation and concluding at the cross. The phrase consistent throughout the poem, “Yet as the Master shall the servant be and pierced are the feet that follow me,” comes from a poem by Amy Carmichael.  

Pierced are the feet that follow me 

Worthy are you to take the scroll 

You have purchased your bride in full 

In heaven a glorious melody is sung 

All glory, honor, and praise be to the Son 

Now to the seven seals we will turn 

And upon the life of the martyrs, we will learn  

I looked and saw under the altar 

The souls of those who had been martyred  

They had been slain for the Word of God 

And the witness they bore for the Son of God 

They cried out saying O sovereign Lord 

How long till you avenge our blood on this world? 

Not until all your fellow servants are killed 

So quiet your soul, rest, and be still 

From the blood of Abel to Zechariah 

All the martyrs witnesses of the Messiah 

Yet as the Master shall the servant be 

And pierced are the feet that follow Me. 

From the New Jerusalem to the Cross 

Traveling through history recounting the cost 

The cost is high and yet it is free 

You may give your life but his glory you’ll see 

A woman wrote a letter in case of her death 

Serving among the unreached until her final breath 

She declares that suffering is to be expected 

My reward will be his glory in the resurrected  

5 men sought to reach the Waodoni tribe 

They did not know they would give their lives 

He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose 

10,000 times over Christ alone would they choose 

Yet as the Master shall the servant be 

And pierced are the feet that follow Me. 

William Tyndale translated the Bible 

Yet not without enduring the fiery trial 

He suffered the flames of this momentary life 

Looking to heaven waiting to be rescued by Christ  

John Hus preached against the Eucharist 

The day of his death was one of the darkest  

Yet through his death he saw the light 

A glorious King, full of honor, majesty, and might. 

He that endures will gain the crown  

Justin Martyr breathed his last at sundown 

Beaten and beheaded he went to his grave 

Saying, “If we are punished for the sake of our Lord, we hope to be saved.”  

Simon Peter one of the Apostles 

Faithfully preaching the gospel 

Being crucified like his Lord, he felt unworthy 

Yet upon his death he saw him who is worthy 

Yet as the Master shall the servant be 

And pierced are the feet that follow me.  

Upon the feet of Saul their garments were laid 

Stephen was stoned for his Christ he would never trade 

He looked up to heaven and saw him there 

Do not hold this sin against them was his prayer 

Jesus of Nazareth the humble God-man 

Suffered and died so that we would not be damned 

He gave his life on that bloody tree 

But rose from the dead that we might be free 

Anyone who would come after me must take up his cross 

Deny yourself, and consider the cost 

A servant is not above his master nor a disciple above his teacher 

Yet as the Master shall the servant be 

And pierced are the feet that follow me.  

And on that day there will be a fountain  

Where He will wash our pierced feet 

We will worship him on that Holy Mountain 

Where not wrath but joy will we meet.