Appointed

I met some prisoners today!  All were in prisons of their own making. Violators of the law were they. The whole lot. Innocence was absent - shame was evident.
To pay a debt to society would be easier but this incarceration is a bottomless pit of endless guilt.
Born in iniquity and conceived in sin.
Prisoners to the shackles that come with flesh.

Outside the corridors of their penitentiary cries a voice, "the spirit of the Lord is upon me to proclaim deliverance to the captives." "Come, all who are weary and heavy laden, rest."
"Come now, let us reason...white!"

A smoking flax He will not quench. A bruised reed He will not crush. A broken and contrite heart He will not despise.

How can they call if they can't hear, hear, hear
 
I was naked and you clothed me. I was in prison and ...you came.
To speak even unto the least of these... for where the spirit of the lord is...freedom


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