John Cao’s Poem
Pastor John Cao was arrested in March 2017. Cao is a Chinese pastor known for his work helping poor people in Myanmar (Burma). Pastor Cao is married to an American citizen, and they have two sons, Benjamin and Amos. He lives with his family in North Carolina when he is not on mission trips or in prison. You can read more about Pastor Cao here.
Bob Fu, president of China Aid Association, recently talked with host Todd Nettleton on VOM Radio. During the interview, Fu shared a poem Pastor Cao wrote in prison. The poem is below.
You and Me
You can take away my freedom (Communist Party),
But you can’t take my prayers.
My prayers have wings and leap over the iron, mesh, high wall.
Many brothers and sisters have heard them,
And they fly freely every day
And reach the heaven on the blue sky.
You can impose heavy punishment on me,
But you cannot hold my soul and spirit.
It is like a cheerful, yellow bird gently prays to the iron gate.
My Savior must have heard my voice.
You can deprive me of the sun,
I eat leftovers with coldness every day,
But you can’t extinguish the brightness
That the Lord has placed in my heart.
Greetings from all over the world make me warm, passion fluttering.
Do you think that I am lonely?
Have you seen any Christian walking alone in your 70 years of persecution?
You think that persecution can stop the church.
How really ignorant you are turning on the history of the millennium
Which page is not suffering with joy for Christians?
Which page is not sprinkled with blood on the narrow path of the thorns?
You think that the walls around me are blocking my vision
And make me answer, turn the direction.
I never look around the environment,
But just look up at the heaven with my eyes.
You are the blind riding on the horse,
So you think that everyone crosses the river by feeling the stones?
I have a rod of my Shepherd in my heart,
And my Lord, certainly, helps me to move forward.
You see me as an enemy who is absolutely irreconcilable
And put me into the meat grinder.
But I regard you as my blood brother.
This is not because I am afraid of you,
But because Jesus loves you, and so I love you.
Your ancestors have been jailed by the Nationalist Party;
How can I not endure your hard labor?
I really love you as long as you can repent, Or I could wish that I myself were cursed and cut off from Christ for the sake of my brothers,
Those of my own race.
— Pastor John Cao, from prison