The Faithful lyrics

In dark, filthy places, forsaken, forgotten Our brothers and sisters are paying a price They will not deny Him to purchase their freedom For these are the faithful, the martyrs for Christ. Twisted and broken, abandoned and beaten Their bodies confined an unseen sacrifice But deep in their spirits, they know perfect freedom For they are the ones who've been set free by Christ CHORUS From under the altar the voices are crying, "How long Lord, till you come judge the earth?" But He'll wrap and redeem them in robes of pure white For the blood of the martyrs is the seed of the church. For the blood of the martyrs is the seed of the church. The deafening silence--their faithful refusal To doubt or deny in the presence of men They live by His promise beofre His own Father That in His Kingdom, He'll not deny them CHORUS bridge: "How long Lord? How long till You come again to take us home?" CHORUS words and music by Michael Card and Phil Naish copyright 1998 Mole End Music