Midnight in a prison cell–

What would you expect to see?

Chained men, lying in the dirt

Another night of empty dreams

What would you hear? A leaky pipe,

A whisper, and a stifled cry

But then, a sound cuts through the dark–

A song of praise begins to rise

A hymn of love to God is sung

By men awaiting death at dawn

Their voices, filled with hope and cheer,

Enthrall the men–but somewhere near

A jailer slept, who happened to be

The prisoner God planned to set free.

(Based on Acts 16:25-34)