Press Us

"Press us down!" the olives cry, abandoning their dread.
"The oil that flows from our demise will garnish many heads.
From infants to the sick and dying, to kings and priests in power,
Our unction represents God's favor on whose head it's showered.

"Crush us in our vats after you take us from our vine."
These martyred grapes prepare themselves to fill our cups with wine.
"Our juice will make you merry, and cause you to reflect,
On sufferings and covenants, your life they will perfect."

"Grind us lonely stalks of wheat, we're apt to bear the pain,
Together we will feed your homes, come partake of our grain.
Bake us in your ovens with or without salt and leaven,
And share our bread with others in communion prior to heaven."

"Strip me bare, beat me in, and nail me to a cross."
To suffer for our freedom He would surely pay our cost.
The joy was set before Him, our future made secure,
By freedom's price He saved us, to the end we shall endure.

"So may I face my trials with joy," this Christian will proclaim
"For my strength and trust is found in the Name above all names.
Weakness, loneliness, or hurt, may I my pressing, bear,
A brokenness that will provide a truth for all to share.