Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Prison Break #397
Prison Break “Oh, look! There's Paul!” the masses called as he was drug in chains through marketplace to magistrate where pompous dudes with brains sent him on to prison, sent him there to find, in inner courts, these guys in skorts, the heavy metal kind, would bind his feet in shackles, would stripe his back with pain that, so intense, it made him wince when settled in his veins a song began to rumble, the walls began to shake and, then and there, joy filled the air when prison doors did break and, suddenly, swung open, the locks on chains did fall releasing mates though prison gates where all did leave, but Paul who stayed there for a moment for guard, who left behind, to see his place and find in Grace that God gives peace of mind. |
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Prison Break #397
Prison Break #397