Thursday, April 20, 2006



This life is my jail,
I am serving out a sentence everyone else does,
because of sin, I am serving time.
Imprisoned from day 1,
imprisoned I will always be-
This life, this sin, this that is not of you
I am in shackles...
You come to my prison cell,
You who hold the key,
You come and grant me release
no parole, I walk out.
I am informed someone has come to take my place,
someone in my stead behind these steel bars,
a replacement for my crimes...
I leave behind these solid walls,
and I walk out a free man.

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