A heart with faith and patient longing filled
Bleak chains coldly withholding slowly rust
A memory of past love turned to dust
A deep commitment sadly falsely billed
In prison, does one long for his release
As time for his release draws ever near
But drawing close it paints a trepid fear
That freedom would not carry with it peace
Such peace is longed for deep within the heart
Yet only One can truly so supply
The One Who gave us life which does not die
The One Who transforms sorrow into art
In glancing back one sees the heart was rent
And gazing forth now sees a heart content
Bleak chains coldly withholding slowly rust
A memory of past love turned to dust
A deep commitment sadly falsely billed
In prison, does one long for his release
As time for his release draws ever near
But drawing close it paints a trepid fear
That freedom would not carry with it peace
Such peace is longed for deep within the heart
Yet only One can truly so supply
The One Who gave us life which does not die
The One Who transforms sorrow into art
In glancing back one sees the heart was rent
And gazing forth now sees a heart content