What were you thinking, Peter, that night,
Chained in your cell by Herod's decree?
What realization summoned the light
Which cast off your fetters and set you free?
Calmly you slept till touched on the side
By an angel appointed to lead you away.
"Come, rise up quickly!" the messenger cried,
And straightway you followed, swift to obey.
Were you not confident Love would prevail
Over hatred and malice and prison wall?
Were you not certain that Truth could not fail
To maintain the great birthright of freedom for all?
Let those who languish in bondage to woe
Remember your plight, your quick liberation,
And share the assurance which they, too, should know—
That Loves goes before them in each situation!
