Prisoner

I swore an oath to love a girl for better and for worse

A solemn vow, a curse, a blessing, that would cost gladly dear.

Before the Lord I pledged this sacred stipulation never 

dreaming that this pact would bring dire tribulation.

There was joy, there was pain, there was fearful, dreadful illness

At times it was difficult to find peace and stillness

Never in my wildest dreams did I consider us ruined

But gradually we both became bereft and disillusioned

With no parole from this contractual jail, so dark each future night,

For only death will bring release from this ordained plight

But in the pitch of this dungeon dim behold! there came a light! 

A hand outstretched offering robes washed clean and white.

He Who holds me to my bond approving my avowal 

Ignoring my complaints, and more! - my offensive howl

As His prisoner I now rejoice and at last I see

as I join His sufferings He has bound Himself to me

Like Paul and Silas with shackled limbs ignoring their restraints

Singing psalms and hymns to Him - not fearful, no complaint

He Who rules in man’s affairs, the planner of their confinement,

they knew would test and try their faith, perfecting their refinement

So this oath I swore, this assurance of my fidelity

I realise now was never made by mistake or accidently

And as He works in Me His will, I swear truly to you

I know He will finish His work faithfully and true.

MDC

December 2020