Prison Poetry

I have been reaching out to an inmate since his arrival at Orange County Jail. It started when I was going cell to cell to see if anyone needed anything lie a bible, prayer ect. This inmate was very anxious about his elderly mother who hadn't put money in his phone account. He said, "its not like her, she is all by herself and I am afraid something happened to her." I got her number and gave her a call and turns out she was OK but having trouble with her debit card.

Today I had the opportunity to spend a good amount of time sharing the gospel with him and his bunky. 

When I was done he said, "I have been thinking a lot about the after life." Then handed me the following poem he wrote prior to our conversation.

As I sit in this cell

I say to myself,

"I wonder if I'm going 

       to Heaven or Hell."

There's no doubt in my mind

you know what I've done.

cuz' you sure aint blind

nor are you dumb

You'll open the book

That will explain my life

from the day I was born

till the day I died

You will judge me fairly

no matter what I've done

decide my fait

then you'll be done.

You will let me know

if I'm worthy to go

into the Kingdom of Heaven

        or that place called Hell

Pray that God softens his heart so that he can respond to the gospel and gives me more opportunities to share with him.