They sat bloodied and bruised at first sight,
Even in pain the praise lifted about midnight,
Incarcerated for a strong stand for King Jesus,
Who knows, is acquainted and always sees us,
In the inner prison feet fastened in cold chains,
Could not stop the prayer and praise refrains,
Their chorus echoed through the prison cells,
A foreign sound for wretched ears in their hell,
Suddenly a shaking, rumble and quaking ensued,
The prison opened and the chains were subdued,
A distraught jailer thought all prisoners escaped,
All remained when he surveyed the landscape,
A short Jesus sermon Paul fearlessly proclaimed,
The jailer's life saved and powerfully sustained,
His house soon met Jesus too - His new Savior ,
A new creation followed with brand new behavior,
All were baptized by the soft glow of the moonlight,
All because Paul and Silas praised about midnight.
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