My favorite poem

Or one of them.

My Testimony
And shall I fear
That there is anything that men hold dear
Thou would'st 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 Scott Stam - Martyred missionary to China