(Inspired by the persecuted Christian church of Iran)
Join me and walk the streets of Tehran
If you listen intently you will hear a song
And in the whispers of the wind
You can hear the cries once again
If you can gaze out a little higher
Across walls topped with barbed wire
Through the walls of windowless cells
In the Evin prison, a place of hell
In this prison year after year
Known for torture and for fear
This underworld of destitution
Constant floggings and executions
Across the way in Building 209
Prisoners morale does decline
Under an intense cruel burden
Sleeping under blankets of urine
Constant threats and accusations
Under continual interrogations
You will find a people all around
You will find the church of the underground
Yet their suffering turns into strength
Willing to suffer at any length
Under pressure beyond measure
But still Jesus is their treasure
And as the dust blows through Iran
If you listen closely you will hear a song
And in the whispers of the wind
You can hear their testimonies rise again
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