I like the way John Piper once put this along the lines of fearing God and perseverance. “Fearing the Lord means fearing to run away from Him. It means fearing to seek refuge and joy and hope anywhere but in God. It means keeping before our eyes what a fearful prospect it is to stop trusting and depending on God to meet our needs.” He who does not fear God has called a peace treaty with sin. But he who does fear God, battles sin and fervently continues in the daily quest for holiness. So fearing God enables us to obey Him, mature spiritually and faithfully persevere until the end.
Randy Smith

“Over My Dead Body” – help reverse the Russian invasion of Ukraine

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After the Nazis we were baited by the Russian bear
Our “liberators” wanted Poland for a thoroughfare

I was a victim of December 1981
I took a final beating from the blunt end of a Russian gun

You plant your missiles while our people wait in line for bread
You hang an army tank above us by a bloody thread

You bought our government they crawl like bleating sheep to you
We know from history that human life is cheap to you

Over my dead body
Redemption draweth nigh
Over my dead body
I hear a battle cry

Try and blow out the fire
You’re fanning the flames
We’re gonna rise up from the ashes
‘Til we’re ashes again

You make a mockery of all that we hold sacred here
You drive us underground in hopes that we will disappear

We seek our sanctuary where the altar candle burns
Our dignity’s a legacy the cross of Jesus reaffirms

Over my dead body
Redemption draweth nigh
Over my dead body
I hear a battle cry

Try and blow out the fire
You’re fanning the flames
We’re gonna rise up from the ashes
‘Til we’re ashes again

After the Nazis we were baited by the Russian bear
Our “liberators” wanted Poland for a thoroughfare

Rise up my brothers don’t despair the Iron Curtain’s rod
Someday we’ll draw the string assisted by the hand of God

I was a victim of December 1981
I took a final beating from the blunt end of a Russian gun

You made a memory–the memory will multiply
You may kill the body but the spirit–it will never die

Over my dead body
Redemption draweth nigh
Over my dead body
I hear a battle cry

Try and blow out the fire
You’re fanning the flames
We’re gonna rise up from the ashes
‘Til we’re ashes again

by Steve Taylor