DIRTY PRISON CLOTHES

They gave him twelve months To serve that first year Times ten made a decade Stuck inside there. Chip away the flesh To reach a heart of stone Always hang up angrily That prison hell-a-phone. . First one···then both parents died While he sat inside that cell Adding to his guilt Which led to endless hell. . So he walks his laps And he circles his wagons To lose his old ways And to slay his old dragons . Finally released (into homelessness) With no job and no money On his way out they said... "SEE YOU SOON" While thinking it funny. . What's the worst that could happen? Considering his plight As he wanders 'round aimlessly Through YOUR town at night. . What could go wrong with that prison door's revolving? But for Jesus and the Bible And his soul now evolving. . Twisting in the winds of change Where nothing really changes Crossing mountains in bare feet That open to more ranges. . "There's nothing to see here folks" "Keep moving right along." "Its just some homeless wanderer, singing olden prison songs." . He's singing... "SEE YOU SOON" As you bolt up all your doors Then you sweat out all your bullets From out of all your pores. . NO JOB NO MONEY NO PARENTS NO HOPE . NO SKILLS UN COUNSELED and no way to cope . They gave him twelve months To serve that first year Times ten made a decade Now homeless in fear. . But he wanders right past All your bolted up doors Right into that church Where he falls on all fours . With tears streaming down His NOMADIC old face Society sat screaming... "WHAT A DISGRACE" !!! . Alas, judge not Lest ye be judged the same way! Would YOU have found church??? on YOUR release day??? . Like David and Saul and yes ol' Obadiah. Like the Wise men who rode to the baby Messiah. As servants, they too Made faith filled decisions And chose narrow paths From out if their prisons. . So be thankful old NOMAD it's never too late You'll not need to see A rusty old gate. . Go find a church And fellowship with those Who have pasts washed away like dirty prison clothes.