It was God’s hand of grace that grabbed us from the prison house of death where our shackles were hefty with sin. He loosed them, separated our sin as far as the east is from the west, opened the prison doors and set us free. Yea! Glorious Lord, we thank you!

"Though one has lain among the wicked yet he shall be as the wings of doves covered with silver and feathers covered with gold." God said it, and I believe it with every ounce of faith in me.

Tormented and tormentor’s were we

When bound in the mire of sin’s way

Always searching but never finding

The splendor of a holy day.

Among the wicked we had our say

With the best of them we earned our pay

With the weak we had our way

Yes, with the wicked we did lay.

O’ how grievous is the darkened grave yard

Of yesterday’s disturbing way

O’ how grateful are these new-born souls

Who see the splendor of a holy day.

Copyright 2004 by Jettie C. Hess