Come and Take It!

They came for the prayer. They came for the truth. They came for the children and the vows and the fire on the altar. They expected compliance. They got Thermopylae. This anthem is for the remnant who watched in silence as long as they could — and then stood up. Not in rage. Not in politics. In ancient, immovable defiance. The kind that doesn't negotiate. The kind that doesn't explain itself. The kind that looks at every power of darkness and says four words: Come and take it. You want our faith? Come and take it. You want our families? Come and take them. You want our God? Come and try. We've been bled. We've been buried. We've been told our God is dead and our values are relics and our prayers are wasted air. We're still here. And we dare you. Come and take it.