Bless you prison, bless you for being in my life.
For there, lying upon the rotting prison straw,
I came to realize that the object of life
is not prosperity as we are made to believe,
but the maturity of the human soul.
Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
"Seek him that made the Pleiades and Orion,
that turneth deep darkness into the morning, and darkeneth the day into night;
that calleth for the waters of the sea, and poureth them out
upon the face of the earth: The Lord is his Name. Amos 5:8