From a Hell Doing Time
As I read each word on every line,
that he wrote from a hell doing time,
my heart hurt so deep inside,
how many tears has this mother cried...
He talked about how he hurt those he loved,
and all those days I didn't know where he was,
I could tell the tears were falling from his eyes,
he said mother, I'm done with all my lies....
Then he told me he was ashamed of his past,
and did I think we could ever move on,
I assured him with all my heart, and soul,
a mother can't rest until her child is home.
Then he said something that made me smile,
as he talked about how things were inside,
so many in here don't have a friend,
I have my Bible, that's how I have survived.
Then I knew my son would be just fine,
now he knew with all his heart, and soul,
his Savior saved him, and gave him comfort from within,
that goes to show, Jesus follows us wherever we go.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2009
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