Over 1 million Christians now from 500 in 1979, a fire the regime couldn’t quench.

I condemn them for their raids for arresting 54 in 2024 for burning crosses.

They raided a church in Karage, took five, but 10 more rose.

I condemned their fear, their fight against a god who’s won.

Miam told me of Javad guarding meetings, Farhead preaching, Mina feeding the poor.

I condemned the regime for hunting them, but their faith was stronger than steel.

Tonight I’m in a Terran basement, a new church.

Its walls bare but warm with faith.

Miam’s beside me.

Leila’s hand in mine, her cross drawing on the floor.

Farhead leads a hymn.

Mina prays.

Javad watches the door.

The regime’s still out there.

Their cameras, their spies, but we’re here worshiping.

I condemn them for their chains, their torture, their war on Jesus.

They’ve taken my freedom, my family’s peace, but they can’t take my faith.

I sing a Persian hymn, Jesus my king.

My voice rising, defiant.

The church grows, Iran’s heart turns, and God’s victory is sure.

As I pray, Lord, let your light shine.

I know no matter what comes, his love will never fail.

 

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