See Paul the captive as he travels the Damascus Road,
Captive to sin, self, and hate, O they had a hold!
A bright light, Jesus glorified, to Paul did appear,
The Christians Paul came to arrest no longer had to fear.
For Paul had become a captive, a captive of Christ,
A chosen vessel to bear Christ’s name, one and all invite.
Behold, the captive captivated by God’s love, mercy and grace,
Paul preach Christ crucified, Christ risen, Christ embrace!
See Paul captive in prison, beaten with many stripes.
Hear Paul praying, singing hymns to God, a captive of Christ.
Paul and a captive audience, prisoners listen to them.
Paul and Silas sing, sing out, all glory, honor and praise belong to Him!
The foundations shook, an earthquake, everyone’s chains were loosed,
The keeper of the prison quaked, sword drawn, ready to use.
Paul called out with a loud voice, “Do yourself no harm,
We are all here, come and see, there’s no cause for alarm.”
The keeper of the prisoner, a captive, truly enslaved,
Cried out to Paul and Silas, “Sirs, what must I so to be saved?”
Another captive set free, taken captive to Jesus Christ
Come captives, come one and all, be captivated with He who is Light.
February 8, 1996
Captive is one of those strange words that has two shades of meaning: 1.) A person enslaved or dominated (by fear, etc.), A person help prisoner, kept in restraint. 2.) Enslaved by love, beauty, etc. Captivated.
The poem is a play on these two meanings. By the way, everyone is captive to someone or something. How about you?