I am not ashamed of these words I speak
For my purpose is not of my will
It is said that they will hate me
It is known that they can’t break me
I’m craving the persecution
For it will fuel my passion
They hated the words before they hated me
And the wounds of truth are worth the pain

Self-pity is useless in my life
With no time to drown in apathy
You can beat me down until I bleed
But you can’t stop the one who leads me
His wrath will shake the nations
His nature is sovereignty
His hand will crush the masses
All I have is the truth to save me

Fellowship in Suffering
Fellowship in Suffering
Fellowship in Suffering
Fellowship in Suffering
This desire is overwhelming

I will drive it into their minds.
Its not I who plans their destruction
Who am I to know the elect?
He passes by, gathers to judgment
I could never hinder His hand
So I will share the truth of a Son
Without question, by command

Fellowship in Suffering
Fellowship in Suffering
Fellowship in Suffering
Fellowship in Suffering

You can kill me, and burn my ash
But I’ve already died to the world today
Your sinful blood serves no redemption
So why, of these words, would I be ashamed?