They gave him twelve months
To serve that first year.
Times ten made a decade stuck inside there.
.
Chip away the flesh
To reach a heart of stone
Always hang up angrily
That prison hell-a-phone.
.
First one;
then both
parents died,
while he sat in that cell.
Adding to his guilt
Which led to endless hell.
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So he walks his laps,
And he circles his wagons,
To lose his old ways
And to slay his old dragons.
.
Finally released
with no job and no money.
On his way out they said...
"SEE YOU SOON"
While thinking it funny.
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What's the worst that could happen?
Considering his plight?
As he wanders 'round aimlessly,
through YOUR town at night.
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What could go wrong
with that prison door's revolving?
But for Jesus and the Bible,
and his soul now evolving.
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Twisting in the winds of change, where nothing really changes.
Crossing mountains in bare feet,
that open to more ranges.
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"There's nothing to see here folks",
"Keep moving right along."
"Its just some homeless wanderer, singing olden prison songs."
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He's singing...
"SEE YOU SOON",
as you bolt up all your doors...
and you sweat out all your bullet from out of all your pores.
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NO JOB.
NO MONEY.
NO PARENTS.
NO HOPE.
NO SKILLS,
UN COUNSELED,
NO WAY TO COPE.
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They gave him twelve months
To serve that first year.
Times ten made a decade,
now homeless in fear.
But he wanders right past,
all your bolted up doors.
Right into that church,
where he falls on all fours.
.
With tears streaming down
his NOMADIC old face,
while society sat screaming,
"WHAT A DISGRACE" !
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Alas, judge not
lest ye be judged the same way!
Would YOU have found church?on YOUR release day?
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So like David
and Saul,
and yes ol' Obadiah.
Like the Wise men who rode
to the baby Messiah.
As servants, they too
made faith filled decisions,
and chose narrow paths
from out if their prisons.
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So be thankful old NOMAD
it's never too late,
you'll not need to see
another rusty old gate.
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Go find a church
and fellowship with those,
who have pasts washed away, like dirty prison clothes.
©nomad1c
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