Psalm for a Dark Night

PHOTO: via Donald Tong, PEXELS

Lord, just today I read

That Paul and Silas were

Stripped and beaten

With wooden whips.

“Again and again the rods

Slashed across their bared backs”

But in their desolate dungeon

Their feet clamped in stocks

They prayed.

They sang.

They praised.

In this musty midnight of my life

Imprisoned in the dungeon of confusion

Bound by chains of anguish

Help me, please help me

To pray

To sing

To praise

Until the foundation shakes

Until the gates fling open

Until the chains fall off

Until I am free

To share the Good News

With other chain-bound prisoners.



Author: imikemedia

Christian. Husband. Father. Grandfather. Evangelist. Son. Photographer. Outdoorsman.

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