🎶 …..Anointed singing could be heard throughout the damp, musty prison cell Paul and Silas found themselves in. It wasn’t a comfortable place, nor was it a 5 star luxurious hotel.
I’m quite sure I would have slept with one eye open, on the lookout for those beady-eyed rodents sharing their small, cramped place.
“Yeah?” Answered his faithful companion.
“You know what we need right about now?“ Paul asked.
“A master key and a get-away camel?” Quipped Silas.
“Very funny, Silas. That was a good one,” Paul chuckled, “but, no.”
“What then? Out with it already, man,” Silas cut him short. The chill and frustration was getting to him.
“Come on now, my friend. Cheer up. We need a catchy tune to sing these blues away,” Paul stated matter of factly.
Silas just rolled his eyes, snubbing the very idea.
“Well, you can just sit there then and wallow in your pity-party, but don’t expect me to follow suit. God’s been too good to me, to give up on Him now,” rebuked Paul.
Silas winced as if a full glass of water had been thrown right into his face. Looking down for quite a while, silently repenting, he realizing Paul was right. He was feeling sorry for himself. What good would that do either one of them?
Every bit of the foul mood he was in, evaporated as he struck up a deep chord.
Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him! How I’ve proved Him o’er and o’er. Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus! Oh, for grace to trust Him more!
I’m so glad I learned to trust Him,
Precious Jesus, Savior, Friend
And I know that He is with me,
Will be with me to the end.
Paul stopped singing as the walls around them shook.
“What’s that? Silas asked.
“Keep singing!” Paul shouted over the noise, “That’s the power of the Lord coming down!