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