June 2, 2017


this cold chamber contains me

in its damp and silent dark

mocks to scorn I who long to dance

with chains of earth about my feet


yet on that day when He returns

He will call my name and I will fly

to He whom chains will snap as thread

and dance in joy before His face


This Cold Chamber Contains Me
A poem by Peter Rhebergen

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