Prison Bible
(John Flynn) 

Jesus has no truer disciple than the lonely man who reads a prison bible

His cell mate wears a skull cap and he quotes from the Koran
but his momma raised him up to be a Christian man
And he’ll call “brother” anyone who in humility
bows his head and asks for heaven’s help on bended knee

He’d strayed from the righteous path and lost the faith he’d known
ever since he was a small boy in his momma’s home
But in his darkest hour he found though he’d gravely sinned
The God he turned his back on never turned his back on him 

Jesus has no truer disciple than the lonely man who reads a prison bible

When he feels deep within the choking darkness of despair
he turns like the good thief on the cross to Christ in prayer
And offers up the desolation Jesus knew too well
Having spent the night before he died inside a cell

Like Simon of Cyrene he tries to shoulder up the load
For those who fall like Jesus did upon that Calvary road
When the cross they carry grows to burdensome to bear
He looks in their faces and he sees the savior there

Jesus has no truer disciple than the lonely man who reads a prison bible

He saves his prized possessions in between its tattered covers
In Luke 2.35 he folds the letters from his mother
Matthew 7. 9 guards well the post card from his son
And Acts 12 is saved for the note that so far hasn't come

He knows that he’s done wrong and that he’s got to pay a price
But trusts that Jesus’ mercy waits for him in paradise
The kingdom is a journey that begins within the heart
No prison walls are high enough to stop it once it starts  

Jesus has no truer disciple than the lonely man who reads a prison bible

 

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