🎵 Even in a Dark Prison (by Sheryl Clyde / Thunderbird)

[Verse 1] I sit at my computer, feeling down and alone The quiet wraps around me like a shadow on its throne But then I hear the words Paul wrote, they rise up from the page— "Rejoice always... pray without ceasing… give thanks in every stage." [Verse 2] I stop and breathe, and something stirs—a breeze across my skin The chill reminds me I’m alive, and warmth still dwells within I feel the softness of my clothes, the apple in my hand And hear the birds sing melodies no sorrow can withstand [Chorus] Oh, even now, there’s joy to see In wind and fruit and melody I taste, I touch, I breathe, I hear And God is present, always near So let me thank Him for these things— The humble gifts that living brings [Verse 3] Even in a dark prison cell, where sunlight’s never cast I'd still have senses, still have grace, still cling to what will last To feel the stone, to smell the dust, to taste a crust of bread— Is proof that I am still alive, still loved, still Spirit-led [Bridge] So brothers, sisters, lift your eyes—don’t curse the gifts you hold The breath, the sound, the touch of life—is mercy manifold For even in the poorest home, God’s glory still appears In every sense, in every sigh, in every unshed tear [Final Chorus] Oh, even now, rejoice, rejoice Let every heartbeat raise its voice In thanks for all that we can feel— The breeze, the bird, the bread, the meal For Christ is near, and joy is true In every little thing we do