Prison Poem
Hey,I'm doing my time,
Gotta do my time..
I crossed the line,
and I got caught
and now I'm here
in this box...
Doing my time,
just doing my time...
Yeah I lived for
the devil,self and fame..
Not caring who got hurt,
or who got blamed.
I walked on the wild
side doing my thing,
I didn't care about
anything.
All I had was lies,
and pain...All the
screaming cursing,
and the blame..
Yeah my daddy's
law was firm..
You break it,
then you
were just dirt.
He slap me around
and Momma was
standing by,
she didn't do anything
for she was too high.
Well you can see
how I grew up,
and it was hell...
No love,or mercy
for a little boy
like me.
But you know my
grandma was a
good old dame,
she loved me
and told me
she was praying
for me.
Well years when
by,and I became
a teen...rebellious
and angry at
everyone it seemed.
I hung out with
the wrong crowd,
into drugs,lust
and crime...
No one tells me
what to do now,
for I am the
boss man now...
But I wasn't happy
or satisfied...
Just seemed like
I had a deeper
yearning inside.
I can't explain,or
put it in words,
I just knew there
must be something
more in this old world.
Well one night the
curtain came down..
A job went wrong,
a cop was shot,
they caught me,
and blamed me,
and put me in
this box.
No hope of exscaping
for I got life with
no parole...
So I'm doing my time,
just doing my time.
I lived for satan,
self and fame,
I crossed the line,
and I got caught,
Now I live in a
6x6 box...
Well one day a
preacher man
came here,he
said,Boy I got
a word that you
must hear...
Well I was about
to tell him go
fly a kite,but
what He said next,
shut me up right.
He said,your granny
prayed for you many
years,til God called
her home to glory.
She never gave
up on you.
Now you may be
thinking how
I know this,and
I'll tell you it
was like this...
I was her pastor
for many years,
and she faithfully
prayed for you
with many tears.
With her dying
breath she did
ask me...Go tell
my boy I'm still
praying you see,
I love him as always,
please remember me.
Then she closed her
eyes with a smile
on her lips,she
whispered...
Boy there is a
place in Heaven
for you yet!
Then the preacher
man,he looked up,
and looked at me
right in the eye,
and said,Jesus
is waiting won't
you let Him inside?
Well something
like a dam
broke in me
as I fell to
my knees and cried.
Jesus,you really
want me man..a
sinner great as I?
I broke my granny's
heart many times
as she begged me
to stop.
Yet she still
loved me and
was still praying
for me even as
I went astray?
Then I heard a Voice
like none other I
have ever heard...
saying,Son I love
you no matter what
you done.
I looked up to see
where the preacher
man was,but somehow
he was gone,the
gate being shut.
Then a heard the
Voice again,saying
I am Jesus God's Son.
Won't you let Me
come into abide?
Well I was a-trembling
all over it seemed...
I didn't know what to say...
I thought..If you are
really Jesus the Man
my granny told me
about,then I sure
need you in my
heart and life
to turned them
both about.
Then suddenly I
felt the gentlest
Touch,and peace
and joy did
flood my soul,
as I became a
new creature,
I was saved,
healed and
made whole!
Oh how I praise Him
for He has set this
captive free!
From hell and sin
and darkness,
His Light did
shine on me!
Now I'm on a mission
to see other captives
set free,by His Word
and Power just like
He did for me.
For many may not
have a granny
who prayed
like mine did
for me!
written by
Dianna
My Little Princess