Sitting in my darkened cell,
          Imprisoned by fear and sin and shame.
Darkness around me there–

         
 Cowering there,
Just waiting for what I am sure
         Will be The Guillotine–
(it is, after all, what I deserve)
          When suddenly,
The LIGHT of HIS HOLY LIFE
           And the Glorious Gospel
Fall straight upon me.

          The shadows that are
Monsters, alive with terror,
          And the darkness that is
Blacker than a vault
          Is suddenly gone
Leaving only one shadow there.

          I trace it in the dust,
My gratitude finds life
          In tears
As I see patterned there,
          THE CROSS.

And another prisoner goes free!