This poem expresses my feelings as I watched my dad suffer in his unbelief, yet I still held on to the hope that one day he would be set free …  


A prisoner of a different kind,

Held captive, bound, within the mind,

By bars not made of stone or steel,

Chains not of earth, though very real.


Unbelief and un-pardoned sin,

The bars that keep the prisoner in,

The gloom and darkness of this cell,

A foretaste of eternal hell.


From bonds so strong, there’s one release,

The blood of Jesus, Prince of Peace.

Power of God that will set free,

Salvation bought at Calvary.


Good deeds, no door of safe escape,

Jesus alone, the bars can break,

Prison, tormenting, wretched place.

The cross, God’s blood, His love, His grace.

Cathy White 2008 ©

John 8:36 If the Son therefore shall make you free, ye shall be free indeed.