Acts 12

My dear friend James is dead,

Since Herod's sword took him away.

And I am next, they've said;

In prison only one more day.



I lie on rocky ground

While Drifting in and out of dreams

One dream which I have found

Is more realistic then it seems:



A visitor appears;

Touches my wrists, for what its worth.

And yet, despite my fears,

My chains have fallen to the earth



He leads me past the guard

I now know this is not the end:

My future may be hard

But yet, I still have sheep to tend.