Behind the Prison Walls

I had my story all figured out I'd go to prison for a couple of years Write some novels when am in there Hopefully some best sellers Leave the prison rich, maybe buy a house Never to toil for a job My only struggle would be refilling the ink in my pen My only setback, would be family But then you told me your story today And I thought, how could anyone go through all that and not lose sanity? Your story made the chains on my legs feel like cooked spaghetti Your story reminded me that all I needed to do was to go on my knees and talk to God He will listen, He will deal with the shackles in my life All I have to do is believe and trust in Him You are a true woman of God From a rib, to a God's vessel Am blessed to have you in my life By faith you have taught me that I don't have to go to prison Or worry about leaving it as a vengeful angry woman Or even entertain the idea of leaving prison as a mellow and renewed being Because I don't ever have to see those walls.