The girls had seen this video a while ago and brought it home from my parents' house for the family to watch.
What a blessing to learn about the faithful men and women who gave all in their Covenant to have "No King but King Jesus!" Theirs is a story worthy of repeating. The seed they have sown bears godly fruit centuries later. As Bunyan stated, "The blood of the Martyrs is the seed of the church." Thank you, Lord for those who have gone on before us sowing seeds of righteousness!
Many of the children have read up on these godly saints, but Grace had been inspired to complete an extensive research project in which she evaluated how the thinking of the Covenanters influenced our own country's founding documents. She also wrote the following poem in traditional Scottish Brogue. It brings tears to my eyes everytime I read it.
A Covenantal Cause
When the King of England said tha' he wished tae be the head
Of the whole united church of our dear Laird,
Then we put up quite a fight, for we knew it wadnae richt,
Nor the loss of God could Scotland's church afford.
For a king of man to make of himself a god, an’ take
Frae Christ Jesus His authority an’ crown
Was profanity in full, an’ tae sic ungodly rule
We, as children of the King, wadnae bow down.
Sae then we, as loyal Scots, put aside dividin' thoughts,
An' we joined taegether in the common cause,
We a' came taegether an’ wi the sword an' pen in hand
We each signed our names withoot a siccent pause.
Then wi' blood an' firebrand Charles spread throughoot the land
Sic a multitude of horrors, dark an' grim.
But, when put tae fire an' sword for the sake of Christ, our Laird,
We stayed true an' took our strength an' pow'r frae Him.
There were some, indade, wha bent, an' the way of Judas went,
Tae these few the trials were tae hard tae bear;
Yet those raised with Him on high, frae the fire tae the sky,
Would repate a joy, worth any pain tae share.
Wi' the cry of "Christ an' Kirk," clasping claymore, shield, an' dirk,
We, the Covenanters took our richteous stand;
For tae keep God's banner pure, bitter hardships we endure,
Sae we gladly gave up a', an’ clasped His hand.
An’ the few wha lived tae tell how the foes of Jesus fell
Had a story where God's richteous wrath was known;
For when wicked men assail God's beloved – no avail
Will divest frae them the harvest they hae sown.
By Virginia Grace Discher
in honor of my Scots Covenanter forbears
When the King of England said tha' he wished tae be the head
Of the whole united church of our dear Laird,
Then we put up quite a fight, for we knew it wadnae richt,
Nor the loss of God could Scotland's church afford.
For a king of man to make of himself a god, an’ take
Frae Christ Jesus His authority an’ crown
Was profanity in full, an’ tae sic ungodly rule
We, as children of the King, wadnae bow down.
Sae then we, as loyal Scots, put aside dividin' thoughts,
An' we joined taegether in the common cause,
We a' came taegether an’ wi the sword an' pen in hand
We each signed our names withoot a siccent pause.
Then wi' blood an' firebrand Charles spread throughoot the land
Sic a multitude of horrors, dark an' grim.
But, when put tae fire an' sword for the sake of Christ, our Laird,
We stayed true an' took our strength an' pow'r frae Him.
There were some, indade, wha bent, an' the way of Judas went,
Tae these few the trials were tae hard tae bear;
Yet those raised with Him on high, frae the fire tae the sky,
Would repate a joy, worth any pain tae share.
Wi' the cry of "Christ an' Kirk," clasping claymore, shield, an' dirk,
We, the Covenanters took our richteous stand;
For tae keep God's banner pure, bitter hardships we endure,
Sae we gladly gave up a', an’ clasped His hand.
An’ the few wha lived tae tell how the foes of Jesus fell
Had a story where God's richteous wrath was known;
For when wicked men assail God's beloved – no avail
Will divest frae them the harvest they hae sown.
By Virginia Grace Discher
in honor of my Scots Covenanter forbears
May we be faithful to His cause!
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