In the heart of the land where the Han River flows,
Mountains stand tall, where the wind softly blows.
A land of wisdom, of ancient and new,
Where the past and the present are woven through.
Beneath the blue skies, so vast and so wide,
The cross stands tall with its arms open wide.
A whisper of faith in the soft Korean breeze,
A story of grace, of love’s gentle ease.
From Seoul’s bright streets to the quiet mountain's call,
Christianity’s light shines on one and on all.
In churches that rise where the old meets the new,
Prayers are whispered, hearts ever true.
The saints and the martyrs who suffered with might,
Carrying the cross through the darkest of night.
Their courage a beacon, their faith never wanes,
Their legacy etched in Korea’s veins.
Through centuries of trials, their spirits remained,
In moments of silence, in moments of pain.
When the land was divided, hope seemed to fade,
But the light of the Gospel refused to trade.
In cities and villages, faith grew with time,
Like bamboo that rises, or mountains that climb.
Though emperors and kings once turned a cold eye,
The faith of the people would never die.
Through fire and storm, through strife and through pain,
The churches arose like flowers after rain.
A beacon of hope in a time so unclear,
Where Christians stood firm, casting away fear.
The prayers of the faithful, the hymns of the soul,
Echoed through valleys, making hearts whole.
From the young to the old, from the rich to the poor,
The love of Christ opened wide heaven’s door.
From sunrise to sunset, the bells softly ring,
A call to the faithful, to lift their hearts and sing.
With hope in their souls, and peace in their prayer,
They honour His love, His mercy, His care.
In the land of the morning calm, hearts unite,
As Christ’s love shines through, a beacon of light.
Korea and Christianity, together they grow,
In the soil of grace where eternal seeds sow.
In every quiet chapel, in every humble home,
The message of Christ finds roots to be sown.
Through the mountains that whisper, through the rivers that run,
The light of salvation shines like the sun.
For faith is a journey, a path we must tread,
With the spirit of Christ as our guide, we are led.
In the land of Korea, where history is deep,
His love is a promise, a gift that we keep.
So let us give thanks, for the grace that we’ve known,
For the beauty of Korea, where Christ’s love has grown.
May the winds of His mercy continue to blow,
And His light in our hearts, forever will glow.
A poem about Korea