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6 by 9 and concrete, surrounded by cold steel, this is what I wake to, this is what Is real, I know I'm doing time, for all the bad things I have done, life's no longer joyful, each day I shed the tears

Why did I not heed to, the sermon that was preached, why didn't I pay attention, to Grandma when she prayed, why didn't I lift my hands to, the Spirit when it called, instead I closed my heart, each time that It called

Now I'm just a number to society, shut off to the world, I'm no longer free, each time I visit thru that cold stained glass, my heart often wonders, will this be the last, the last time I get to look, upon your loving face, that is when I realized, I need God's love and mercy, I need His saving grace

Why did I not heed to, the sermon that was preached, why didn't I pay attention, to Grandma when she prayed, why didn't I lift my hands to, the Spirit when it called, instead I closed my heart, each time that It called,

That is when I bowed down, on that concrete floor, lifting my hands to Jesus, forgive me now my Lord, for all the things I've said and done, so that I may now stand, and be a shining light for Jesus and be a Godly man