Monday, May 21, 2012

Acts 12

The chill of execution
falls over the morning

(my close friend
James was killed
already,
so the threat
is true)

but I sleep
soundly between
the guards.

I am chained
to the promise
that the God I serve
encompasses despots
who see themselves

as his equal.

Though others are shocked
by my rescue,
I witnessed
healings
gifts
miracles
overwhelming love
JESUS

remind those who follow
that prison can’t contain the good news

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