21 Feb The First Missionary Meets The First Martyr
“Your eyes were full of peace, an angel’s face
Appeared as yours in stern and garish grace
A flashing light the Spirit dwelt within,
With Whom I since became acquainted, been
A tongue for God, yet where to now begin…
I only offer this, a friend’s embrace.”
“Be not afraid, we all had evil ends,
Our means for harm were used as means for good,
So too have we performed as servants should,
The Lord has blessed the two of us as friends.”