The Suffering of the Saints

Midnight chanting - Tears drying in the dark.
East face fasting - Seeing no morning - No man apart.

Chains now prayer ropes - Not one ask why.
Lord have mercy - No light in the sky.

Not suffering more - Just suffering towards.
With Psalms - Not swords.

Aim is clear - Not peaceful.
Screaming rage through tears pull.

Still suffering towards - No turning away.
Even crawling to death they know Christ - The only way.