The Colleseum
As I’m standing in the ruble
Of a time gone by;
I think of those before me
Who were willing to die.
I stare up in awe
At the crumbling stone.
Where martyrs stood;
Where they faced the crowds alone.
The ruble it still stands
As a reminder to all who see,
That some people’s faith
Can encourage you and me.
But if you had been there
Would you have given up your life?
Would you have stood up
To be faced with a knife?
I pray to God I would have,
Proclaimed my faith in love.
That I might join him up there
In the heavens up above.
Alica Hall