Brand of God

If there's a confidence that rises up
Within the heart of he who speaks of truth,
The cause is that the one who has held fast
To what he thinks to know has raised him up

From depths of dungeons where he was enslaved
By forces that unnamed had tied him down
With chains to stones on wet and and icy floors,
Where love could never grow nor faith endure.

What pride now lifts such one to fresher breaths
Where sun can warm the face and and fill the heart
With grace and peace and hope and faith and love?

Tell not this man that God is different from
The one who raised his soul up from the pit,
Nor move the gift of thanks far from his lips.