Wednesday, December 7, 2011

A Prisoner No More


I once was a prisoner in a jail without bars
My soul was marked with tattoos and scars.
I listened to a world with its cynical view
Truth was a mystery because I had not a clue.

I was one of the devil’s countless recruits
I had many idols and foolish pursuits.
It didn’t seem funny…my god was my money
Greenbacks and gold could purchase much honey.

Even my wife that I promised for life
Got nothing but grief and plenty of strife.
But the day did come when I ran out of rope
In my darkest despair there was no hope.

I had no idea…it was me to blame
I longed for a solution to end all my pain.
I moaned and I groaned, I just wanted to die
When a voice suggested, give Jesus a try.

I thought and I pondered this idea so novel
But not until now, was I ready to grovel.
I swallowed hard and gave up my pride
Realizing for me, Lord Jesus, you died.

Amen

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