You lay for hours on end

Waiting, waiting, in the prison that is your bed

 

Your legs, weak from disuse, no longer bend

You are a tiny skeleton, the breathing dead

 

You have no speech, no voice, you no longer cry

No one seems to care if you live or die

 

Yet you live

Yes, you live, off a tiny spark

A small hope that burns within your heart

A hope for more than these four walls

A hope for something that you have known

Not at all

A hope for parents

A hope for love

A hope for help from above

 

 

Your dull eyes look

At the fingers fluttered before your eyes

 

Your ears listen desperately

For the sound of another’s cry

 

Yet silence reigns in this harsh, dark place

Is there no reprise, no hope, no grace?

 

 

Then comes a light

A light that blinds your eyes

Could it be?

Is this the one that only the heart can recognize?

 

His eyes like fire

His voice like thunder

And all around,

Darkness flees

He is the Savior

The redeemer of long lost souls

He frees, he rescues

Those,

That are dying slowly day by day

Those that have no hope to ever get away

He sees beyond your prison garb

He frees you from your prison guard

 

And now

No longer

An orphan nearly dead

But an adopted son

No longer locked in a prison bed