roughly laid stones were the walls..
He held onto his faith,
He was at peace knowing, his very life was at stake..
He thought back to many Christian men he had captured,
in his minds eye, he could still picture
Their only crime was their beliefs, their lives he had shattered
he jerked back to now as his chains clattered
Down the steep steps he walked
As the other prisoners gawked.
Now he stood tall knowing his God,
was with him through it all..
Chained to a cold dark wall of stone,
He guided his fellow Christians from his new home..
For once he was an evil lost man, called Saul,
Now a humble God loving man, named Paul
Whose eyes were open when by God's touch he did befall..