CALL OF FREEDOM
“THE COWERING PRISONERS will soon be set free; they will not die in their dungeon, nor will they lack bread.” Psalm 79:11
The nights grew warm. The air was humid, and I ached to feel the warmth of sunshine again.
“Summer is on its way once more,” the Old Woman announced late one evening. I didn’t reply; I couldn’t help but think of all the summers I lost locked away in this bleak prison. Nearly four years had passed since my last breath of fresh air.
“My little daughter is quiet tonight,” stated the Old Woman, who sat calmly, looking as content as if she had been lounging by a rippling brook in by-gone days.
“I just want to see the sun,” I muttered. I was certain that the Old Woman would find some way to make me regret my complaints, to show me how much I had to be gra
