Jan 2016
Locked in a cold Grey room. Walls of cement and steel. I look through the bars as I hear time creep past. I hate my life and wish to end the loneliness. I made mistakes and now I am paying the price. I sit here while others are out having life. I have broken and shattered the peach of others. Now I sit here in my own version of a personal hell. I sparsely have any freedom, trapped in my prison cell.
Many people make mistakes. Not all are permanent. Some people want to change, but they feel hopeless and forgotten. It is up to us to find those who want to be saved and give them the chance at redemption. Just as God has offered us redemption.
