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,
           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!


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