Reflection
We aren't the Light, we're blood and bone Asleep, bound in chains Weren't for God's bail, we'd all be in jail Awaiting public pains God sent His Light to save Peter from death He sends Him to us each day Our choice to wallow, or get up and follow Like Peter, we'll be shown the Way Once out of jail, he knew now the Light Not doubting, he knew he'd been saved He ran to tell others, his sisters and brothers "My sentence from Herod was waived " Free, sometimes suffering the rest of his days Reflecting the light of The Lord New mind & behaviour, he knew his saviour He journeyed, His Word as his sword. We too can journey, we too shall suffer Our choice is persisting to finish Our light we can shine, it's a race to the line It's a Light age doesn't diminish. Acts 12:7 Suddenly an angel of the Lord appeared and a light shone in the cell. He struck Peter on the side and woke him up. “Quick, get up!” he said,...