Shake yourselves from the dust Wake up all the mighty men Pull out your ploughshares from the rust Blacksmith's sway into swords'll fashion Storm the prison gate of those couched in darkness Pull along the catapults n' load every cannon ball Send in the worshippers first though they'll count as weakness Smug in their ivory palace oblivious in arrogance preceding their fall The clay always intent on questioning What The Potter is busy spinning in His Vision Still I remain under the shadow of His Wing Though pieces cut away in pain of each incision Paul and Silas singing songs into midnight Shackles fall open ushered out in release Boggles minds to stand alone in His Might Surpassing all understanding is everlasting peace. 1-20-2017 Duncan R.M. Ferguson