" What shall I fear,

That there is anything that men hold dear,

Thou wouldst deprive me of,

And nothing give in place?"

"That is not so-

For I can see Thy face,

And hear Thee now:

'My child, I died for thee.

And if the gift of love and life

You took from me,

Shall I one precious thing withhold-

One beautiful and bright?

One pure and precious thing withhold?

My child, it cannot be' 

"

~Betty Stam/ Martyr in China

(A poem I wrote in my Bible a few years ago and have referred to many times)