Shunned At A Funeral - When They Come For Me

I heard the whispers in the town
They're writing names and tracking down
Every voice that won't deny the name of
Christ before their eyes.
The dust kicks
Up beneath their boots.
They're coming
Soon to claim their proof.
So, if they
Knock upon my door, let them hear me
Singing more
If chains are waiting down the road
If iron waits to claim my bones
Then let them catch me where
I stand
With lifted voice and open hands
Oh, please