The Cell

The Cell

Alone
And in my empty cell
I try to find the words
To tell
Of Your Great Beauty

You come to me
Across a dark, dampened floor
Only the light on Your Face
Helping my soul to soar
Over & above
Whatever life’s tomorrow
May hold for me in store

So,
Whatever prisons you
Must face
Only on our Christ’s 
Loving face
Will you be allowed to trace
The strength, courage
You will need
For your songs to sing
Of this Prince of Peace
This Heavenly King
as upward toward 
His Heavenly gates
He alone carries each soul
On the Purest of Glory’s wings!

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