Confinement has beautifully unfolded blessings, limitations have opened doors once closed. Detainment has granted me to see the once invisible, four walls recycling the once disposed. Divine intervention has taken position, pandemonium found defeat and fled, the old has been buried in the past, generating new life from the dead. The shuddersome has endowed peace, while weaknesses have made me strong. Painful tears have dried into exceeding joy, replenishing my heart with triumphant song. Never would I have imagined, never would I have even guessed, that a locale so cold and desolate, could produce in me, the very best. An intuitive key has found my way, unlocking freedom that mends and heals. His precious name is Jesus Christ, whose found me in the midst of concrete and steel. Jeffrey B. Quante IV April 2, 2000
"I the Lord have called thee into righteousness, and will hold thine hand, and will keep thee, and give thee for a covenant of the people, for a light of the Gentiles; to open the blind eyes, to bring out the prisoners, and them that sit in darkness out of the prison house." Isaiah 42:6&7