Into my cell walked a man
with a white and flowing robe.
A man with kindness in his eyes,
a man with living hope.
I met him in my cell that day,
we sat and talked a spell;
He spoke of eternal love - and God,
then he spoke of hell.
But isn't this hell, I said,
these walls - and all these bars;
and is there really a heaven
up there beyond the stars?
I felt the touch of his hand
not like that of any man;
and then he introduced himself
and told me of his plan.
"My name is Jesus' he said,
my father sent me here;
no, not to serve a sentence -
but to bring you truth and cheer."
His words were soft and tender -
his smile, radiant and real;
"There is not a wound, my son,
that the father cannot heal."
"There is not a hurt
that can't be overcome -
with the mercy and the love,
of the Father and the Son."
I looked at Jesus, and I said,
"Lord, I've been a fool;
I've spoke against you Lord,
and I've broke the Golden Rule."
"It matters not, your past,
that's why I'm here today;
My father wants to show you,
that there is a better way."
"Oh tell me Lord, I said
Yes, I want to know;
I feel your nearness Jesus,
and now, before you go -
Tell me just what I have to do,
tell me Jesus, tell me;
I want to be like you.
Jesus touched my head
and asked me to believe,
I did, and in my heart -
I really felt complete.
Yes, Jesus touched me
in my cell that very day,
and just before he left
he had these words to say:
"I must go now, my son,
there are many more to see;
just keep your faith and pray,
and you can be like me."
"Good bye now, my son,
but it's ony for awhile;
for I am with you always..."
and he departed with a smile.
Now I will always remember
throughout my time, you see;
the joy and peace I found,
when Jesus came to me.