Once I was A Prisoner

Once I was a prisoner,

a slave to the grave

I didn’t know what, where or why.

Or how to behave.

I got a new edition,

after my complete contrition

Now a new composition,

singing from another stave

I found myself in prison,

all locked and stocked and boxed,

I didn’t know just where to turn,

my mind all looped and lost.

I took it up with Father,

and He said He would much rather,

that I wasn’t a cadaver,

On the slab of judgment day

And so now just take a look,

Just take a look at me,

He’s cut the strings that held me back,

No puppet strings on me.

So if you’re a freedom seeker

Go take a Heaven peeker

Cos You’re stronger when you’re weaker

And you’re meeker when you’re brave

So now I’m out of prison,

a jailbird flying high,

He’s given me a room at His,

where I live and do not die,

I’m rising on the thermals,

of a love 'it cannot shrink',

living, leaning, learning,

Hey!... I'm rescued from the brink.

Kevin McStay

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