We Copts
We are the Sons of Martyrs
We Copts had long suffered
From Romans, Arabs and the lot
Our faith forever challenged
Our resolve strengthened, not lost
For centuries killing our forefathers
Destroying our homes and Churches
Nothing stopped our marsh
Nothing crushed our hearts
We prayed in our burned Churches
We lifted high our broken Crosses
To silence our parents they cut their tongues
Still we praise with our Fathers’ Tongue
They tried to wipe our past
We survived, our past triumphed
They burned our prayer books
We kept the hymns in our hearts
They bomb, they kill, they destroy
Slaughter our youth and children
We build, we sing and pray
Our faith lighten our heavy burden
My Coptic Church long to live
Our faith as strong as ever
Our believe drowns our sorrows
Our Lord is alive among us,
We are in His Hands.
Founder and Iconographer at Prayerful Icons
7 年We pray for you all. The presecution you all are undergoing is horrendous. Your tradition is so long standing from the beginning of the spread of the faith. May God shelter you, give you mercy and help you not harbour any rancor, or lack of His love for your sinning neighbors. To God be the glory and to your martyrs and their families may He give you all consolation and peace and the blessing to continue to love Him. Bess Chaktavarty