You Can Be Free

So They Say You're Guilty, 
For A Crime You Did Commit
And Now You Have Found Yourself, 
Within These Walls You Sit.

The Minutes Turn To Hours 
And The Hours Turn To Days.
The Days Turn Into Months 
And Still Here You Stay.

No, I Can Not Understand, 
What You're Going Through,
But There Is One Thing, 
One Thing I Surly Do.

I Know No Matter What, 
What You May Have Done,
That There Is Forgiveness, 
If You Turn Towards The Son.

Your Sins May Be So Great. 
You May Have Been So Wrong
And Here Within These Prisons 
Walls, Yes You May Belong,

But I Know A Way, 
That You Can Be Free,
Free Within Your Soul 
And There's No Greater Free To Be!

You May Have Robed A Bank, 
Or You May Have Killed Someone.
Maybe You Did Both, 
Before Your Deed Was Done,

But It Does Not Matter, 
If In Your Heart You Do Repent.
Just Turn To The Father 
And His Son That He Sent.

If You Feel You're Living, 
Living A True Hell,
Within These Walls 
They Call, A Lonely Prison Cell.

Just Turn Towards The One, 
Who Still Loves You So.
Yes, You Can Be Free, 
This I Truly Know.

For He Has The Power, 
To Make Your Life So Great,
Even Within These Walls, 
Where You Sit And Wait.

He Can Turn A Life, 
That's At The End Of It's Rope,
Into A Life That's Filled, 
With Happiness And Hope.

Even If You Have, 
A Sentence They Call Life,
He Can Make The Most Of If It 
And Take Away All Strife!

Even If You Have, 
A Sentence They Call Death,
Yes, You Can Be Free, 
Right To Your Last Of Breath!

And When You Stand Before Him 
And You Look Him In The Eyes,
It Will Be As Your Savior 
And Not Your Judge On High!

Cathy Jo Moore
© 2002