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Iron Wings

They surrounded him one night,
For the faith that he had shown,
Bound his hands in shackles,
For the God that he had known

They dragged him through the streets,
Where he begged and cried,
Then locked him behind bars,
Where he was sure that he would die

The darkness of the cell grew thick,
A tempest of great doubt and fear,
And he let the despair blind him to the truth,
That his Master was still near

The man cried out for rescue,
Weeping with fear to his Lord,
But his Lord softly hushed him,
“Never fear, my son, this darkness is your sword.”

You see what they did not realize,
The follower did not either,
Was that this jail was a refinery,
That made one stronger the believer

Through the dark, the cold and hunger,
God began to show him many things,
That these shackles were not bindings,
But beautifully hidden wings

This darkness and this cruelty, 
Where not the beginning of his fall,
But the crooked road to his throne -
His Master's voice, a subtle freedom call
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