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I saw somewhere on tv today
in a country not my own a man on trial for being a Christian death the penalty- though his fate not yet known. I sit here in The Land of the Free, crying, my heart breaks. For believing in Jesus Christ I've never faced those stakes. I read somewhere in the paper today in a country far away, not enough evidence is found he may be released today. If I were him would I be brave, and demand that I stay, and prove to them the charge is true, though with my life I must pay? As the tears fall down my saddened cheeks I'm thankful for where I live today. Though my country may be a melting pot, a Christian I'll proudly stay. Maybe somewhere tomorrow I will learn the fate of a Muslim man turned Christian that Islam now does hate. If the sentence does come down and with his life he must pay his testimony will live on till we meet in heaven someday.
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