I am a felon;
Convicted I stand
with chains on my ankles
and cuffs on my hands.
I was found guilty
with no more appeal
till someone came told me,
“Even you, Christ can heal.”
I was a hooker
out on the street,
selling my body
to all I would meet;
Till one night while working
to meet the next meal
someone came told me,
“Even you, Christ can heal.”
I was a seller of drugs
and all that:
Amphetamines, weed, heroin,
crack…
I was out looking
to make the next deal
till someone came told me,
“Even you, Christ can heal.”
I was a thief;
I stole what I could.
I broke into houses
to take all their goods.
I was out prowling
to find more to steal
till someone came told me,
“Even you, Christ can heal.”
I was a great man,
a good man besides
(This was my view
of myself in my eyes);
But, one day while sitting
on top of my hill,
someone came told me,
“Even you, Christ can heal.”
Constance V. Walden
1/13/1993
Read 1 Timothy 1:15
