O God who filled your priest Kolbe.
With love of neighbour .
Help us to obey.
That we too for others might Labour.

We do not know how we would act .
When and if the test comes .
All the future is barely drawn , abstract .
We are not yet called by fates’ drums.

Would we step up for another.
Would we give our life away.
Would we even stand by our brother.
That question can only be for another day.

All we can do now is persevere.
And hope one day all will be clear.

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We will never know
If we would be a martyr
But does it matter

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