Long was I a prisoner in rock and plaster cage;
Long had I been locked from sun and kept from pleasure’s page.
You peered in past walls I built, your pick and axe were true;
Your hammering with tools of trade effectively broke through.
And oh! the pain as on my heart you etched your loving hymn;
The light blazed in and blinded me, whose eyes had grown so dim.
As pen scraped glass, my soul bled blood, and in the bleeding, healed;
When clouded panes grew brighter still, my sentence was repealed!
My prison walls have been transformed into an abbey bright;
Your light shines through transparent soul, a window full of light.
And now the light can shine both ways, a barrier no more;
As you light me, I light my world, and in the lighting, soar!