Churches are gonna tell Austin up yours and go fly a kite.
Pastors are more than willing to go to jail for their Christian beliefs.
Its a battle the city will lose.
My uncle in Houston who is a pastor would not stand for this nonsense one nanosecond. He speaks several languages fluently and would not hesitate to tell these idiots “**** you!” and “shove it!” in all of them.
The Son of God goes forth to war
A kingly crown to gain;
His blood-red banner streams afar
Who follows in His train?
Who best can drink His cup of woe,
Triumphant over pain
Who patient bears his cross below,
He follows in His train.
The martyr first, whose eagle eye
Could pierce beyond the grave;
Who saw is Master in the sky,
And called on Him to save.
Like Him, with pardon on His tongue,
In midst of mortal pain,
He prayed for them that did the wrong!
Who follows in His train?
A glorious band, the chosen few
On whom the Spirit came,
Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew,
A noble army, men and boys,
The matron and the maid,
Around the Savior’s throne rejoice
In robes of light arrayed..
They climbed the steep ascent of heav’n;
Through peril, toil and pain;
O God, to us may grace be giv’n
To follow in their train.
—Reginald Heber, 1827.
The Son of God goes forth to war
A kingly crown to gain;
His blood-red banner streams afar
Who follows in His train?
Who best can drink His cup of woe,
Triumphant over pain
Who patient bears his cross below,
He follows in His train.
The martyr first, whose eagle eye
Could pierce beyond the grave;
Who saw is Master in the sky,
And called on Him to save.
Like Him, with pardon on His tongue,
In midst of mortal pain,
He prayed for them that did the wrong!
Who follows in His train?
A glorious band, the chosen few
On whom the Spirit came,
Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew,
And mocked the cross and flame.
They met the tyrant’s brandished steel,
The lion’s gory mane;
They bowed their necks the death to feel:
Who follows in their train?
A noble army, men and boys,
The matron and the maid,
Around the Savior’s throne rejoice
In robes of light arrayed..
They climbed the steep ascent of heav’n;
Through peril, toil and pain;
O God, to us may grace be giv’n
To follow in their train.
—Reginald Heber, 1827.