What is this prison Lord?
My body's bound with pains
Though spirit once soared free
It's fettered now in chains

The darkness is so deep
My heart and flesh they fail
How can this be of You?
The weapons ... they prevail!

"My poor sweet child, don't fear
For though the wait seems long
And all you feel is weak
My power in you grows strong

You may not know it now
But closer is the goal
The chains, they do their work
There's iron in your soul!

So don't give up the race
As through the clouds you grope
Yes I will win the fight
For My 'prisoner of Hope'!"