Tried in a panel, i saw a man elevated amidst a large audience, given an opportunity to be heard.
A worker in a vineyard yet, deprived from its grapes and wine thereof.
Naked and cold, hungry and thirsty, yet a tenderer of sheeps; denied of the flocks wool & the refrehing milk thereof.
A death treaty he signed, being enlisted as a member in the army, yet his treatment and welfare was borne by the shoulders of his labour.
Beautiful and faithful sisters in the congregation, yet rumour arose as regarding his right to take part in an ordinance instituted by God.
Muzzled for long hours bearing both heavy and light yokes, yet working ceaselessly, treading out the grains.
Deprived of all known rights and legal entitlements, yet not pleaing for even the littlest of them -- all in a bid for the prize.
'I'll rather die than have anyone deprive me of the boast of becoming a slave' he said without compromise.
Challenged by his testimony, i could not but pray saying 'Father, help me not to be disqualified for the prize'.
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