Through the Bars of His Prison
His name is written in the palm of my hand. When I first heard his name mentioned on the radio, I was in my car. As I listened to his story intently, my heart started to break. I did not want to forget. I dug in my purse and grabbed a pen. “SAEED” I scribbled…
Please continue to pray for Saeed!
They hurled insults, and spat on you. They laughed – said that you’re mad. They beat and kicked you in your face, Then left and hoped you’re dead. * They said you must deny your God. Then beat you till you would. They tried to take your hope and faith, But strong in Christ you…