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, and the chains fell off Peter’s wrists.