A Poem on Love

In recent weeks I have been reading different books on persecution and came across what I consider important nuggets in the book, In God's Underground – Experiencing Overcoming Faith Amid the Horror of Communist Prisons written by Richard Wurmbrand. The book details his experiences and dialogue with other prisoners. What I find striking is their unwavering faith and love for God despite the torture.

The words he wrote during of the trying times prison speak for themselves. I hope they bless you as much as they did me, as you pray for and remember the courage of persecuted believers around the world:

"During those black, horrible days, I slowly composed a long poem that may not be easily accepted by those who have not known any similar physical and spiritual state. It was my salvation. By word, rhythm and incantation, I was able to defeat Satan."

Below are a few paragraphs of the powerful poem:
"...The bride in the Song of Songs did not love when she asked if You are 'rightly loved.' Love is its own justification. Love is not for the wise. Through a thousand ordeals she will not cease to love. Though fire burns and the waves drown her, she will kiss the hand that hurts. If she finds no answer to her questions she is confident and waits. One day the sun will shine in hidden places and all will be made plain.
... Neither will I ask if it is right to give You love. I do not love in hope of salvation. I would love You in everlasting misfortune. I would love You even in consuming fire. If You had refused to descend to men, You would have been a distant dream ...If You, not Satan, had risen wrongly in revolt against heaven and lost the loveliness of wings and fallen like an archangel from high, hopeless, I would hope that the Father would forgive You and that one day You would walk with Him again in the gold streets of Heaven.
If You were a myth, I would leave reality and live with You in a dream. If they proved You did not exist, You would receive life from my love. My love is mad, without motive, as Your love is, too. Lord Jesus, find some happiness here. For more I cannot give You.
When I had completed this poem, I no longer felt the nearness of Satan. In the silence I felt the kiss of Christ, and everyone is silent when he is kissed. Quiet and joy returned."

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