Here I am in prison, bound with chains of sin,
you see, I can't get out and no-one can get in,
I call out in the darkness but no-one seems to hear,
cellmates all around me, but no one to call a friend.

The agony of knowing the time I'll have to spend,
my mind travels fast with memories left behind.
to the one who really loves me
and whose love was really mine,
but I've told so many lies, and believed them to be true,
and now they have all caught up with me
and there is nothing I can do.

There is no place else to go except down on my knees.
I'm afraid that even God won't listen to my pleas.
the clock is slowly turning and now as time will pass,
I'll just wait until He forgives me I'm afraid to ask.
oh precious friend could this be you, don't ever be afraid,
you see, you were the reason the ransom was paid.

God sent his only son to a cross on Calvary
so that he could buy the key that will someday set me free
for even on the streets, my soul was bound for hell
and the only way to reach me, was to lock me in the cell.
so I call out to Him,
He wants to set me free from death and hell and yes the cell,
He's the one who bought the key to free me and you.


Written by Sandi Jones 

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