Poem May 22, 1954 Issue

SONG AT MIDNIGHT

Ruby M. Drogseth

Cuts and bruises from the Roman lash
Were painful, and the bands were tight,
Yet Paul and Silas, in an inner cell,
Sang songs that echoed through the night.

How hard it must have been to voice a song!
Their punishment was cruel and unjust,
And hopeless seemed their lot; but faith in God
Sustained them; their unfaltering trust

Brought a quick answer to their prayers:
An earthquake shook the prison, freeing all.
The trembling jailer came to wash their wounds
And humbly seek to learn of God through Paul.

Can we do less than sing at midnight hour,
Knowing the power of prayer to set us free?
Knowing the song that opens wide our prison
Must reach beyond to bless humanity.

Ruby M. Drogseth

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