Blandina of Lyon

Lyon was lost by the sons light
Blandina
Her frail frame against Romes might
Might have thought nothing about her
Faith begot faith a fire fight
Cant beat her
Who loves so for a dead Christ
He must have meant something to her

Glory instead of the happiness I thought I needed
Peace in death
Holding hope in sharing what you purchased
Pulled in my bed
I stand and walk like that man no longer broken
Glory instead of all the things this world thinks it can offer

Lyon was lost by the sons light
Blandina
Her frail frame against Romes might
Might have thought nothing about her
Faith begot faith a fire fight
Cant beat her
Who loves so for a dead Christ
He must have meant something to her