Television networks like A&E make a fortune off of airing footage from inside state prisons. People seem intrigued or curious about what goes on inside those walls. There’s even a site online that sells memorabilia once owned by infamous prisoners. There’s a great deal of art, music and poetry that flow out of the prison systems as well, and often hand crafted products. I’ve known dozens of fine Christian men who are incarcerated, and I enjoy visiting with them. Some have now served their time and been released. Today I’m offering up this short poem written by one of those friends. You may find it odd, or different. It was written by my friend, Frank H. in Westville Correctional Facility, an Indiana State Prison. He has since gone to be with the Lord.
In honor of Frank H., a man completely transformed by the love of Christ. Miss you bro!
Havin a party—it’s here, inside
No, you can’t come in, cause I’m me alone
It’s just a cup of joe
A penitent man and a radio
Walking down this beaten path
That’s winding through my brain
Listen now, and hear me laugh
A bend in time to kill the pain
Outside my window, upon the horizon
The sun paints colors there
Inside my windows, a glimpse, just one
Freedom blazes a gala fair
Behind the walls, inside the fence
The state penitentiary
My body’s here, they have this dust
But my spirit, it is free
Living a Christian life behind bars is not easy, and Frank had many challenges, and faced physical danger daily. Yet whenever we corresponded, he was always more concerned with how I was doing. He constantly assured me that he was praying for me, and he loved to share the bible with others.
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