Brethren received him in Jerusalem, But rumors were waiting where vows would begin. Paul entered the temple to walk without blame, And Asia's accusers set fire to his name. The city was moved and the doors were made fast, Hands beat the witness as soldiers came down. Bound by two chains, he was carried above, While voices cried, Away with such a one. I am ready not only to be bound, But also to die where the witness is found. The road to Jerusalem ends under guard, Yet chains cannot silence the call of the Lord. I am ready, though hatred surround, The testimony still will be spoken aloud. He spoke in the tongue that made silence descend, Told of the road where his violence would end. Ananias, baptism, the temple, the call, Then Gentiles were named and the fury returned. Before the chief priest and divided command, Paul spoke resurrection and factions began. The Lord stood beside him when danger was near: As Rome must hear witness, take courage and fear not. More than forty men bound themselves not to eat, But a young kinsman carried the plot to the chief. Two hundred soldiers and horsemen by night Moved Paul toward Caesarea beneath Roman might. I am ready not only to be bound, The witness moves forward though plots gather round. From temple to fortress, from council to road, The prisoner was carried where promise had told. The chains were real, And so was the road to Rome.