Lying in jail

I had sank so low

I ask God to help me

I had no place to go

So the Fahter above

said, "Son, I love you so".

So many doubts,

no more of "I could".

but he said,"You got talent,to use it you would".

With brand new confidence

and a heart full of thanks

just a little while latter

no more of "I can't".

I called up the folks

and poured my heart out.

I was sorry I had 

caused them so much hurt and  to doubt.

I told them how sorry I was,

that I had cheated and stole.

What a surprize I got!

Kenny Beard treated me like gold.

He welcomed me back into his home.

Gave me that cherished guitar.

Treated me better,

Then I'd ever dreamed that he would by far.

Broken promises, Broken dreams,

No longer my demise

Out law moves,

No longer my diguise

My cry for help

from heaven had been heard.

The Lord will help 

if you ask 

like it says 

in his Word.