Shahbaz Bhatti A Martyr and a Crown

He spread the word, among the mighty about the plight of the poorest of the poor, a persecuted religious minority living in a nation adrift on a sea of worry.

His sacrifice was known to him in advance, perhaps to him it was a great orchestration unfolding as his own foretold.  His was a voice that reached Capital Hill, Parliament Hill and after death the very hills themselves.

He took on the meek as a burden for share, for shame the name notwithstanding he came he cared.

Where are you my heart o where?

At Moses' feet we gather your tears.