Without a Doubt God Will Bring Me Out
Each day inside the living hell of prison;
I see God holding my hand in my vision.
The walls seem to keep closing me in ;
Will I ever leave this place ,or will the devil win?
I will never lose faith in here ;
But it seems like I'm not doing anywhere.
Inside these cold prison walls;
I turn and look around and just see
Myself making unnecessary calls !
I know I'm God's vessel and I'm just passing through;
Sometime's I just want to scream and shout,
Without a Doubt, God will bring me out!!
I've done my work inside these walls;
It's time to go home, so I'ma make those calls!
Written By: Shelley Marks Yarborough
Nov. 2016
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