Those Prison Walls

© 5-6-74

by Dorothy Pippin

used by permission of her son Dean Towe

He's just one little lamb who lost his way,

One little lamb that's gone astray.

Where are the ministers that watch oe'r the flocks?

Are they in their churches, watching the clocks?

They don't have time to go out of their way

For one little lamb that's gone astray.

In a den of wolves, that's where he stays,

Counting the hours, counting the days,

For someone to talk to, someone to care,

To let him know that God's still there,

To give him some hope, a little love,

To help him to pray to our God above.

Have mercy, dear God, He has had a bad start,

But his cries for help, come from the heart.

He thinks he's forsaken in that awful place,

Even forgotten by the whole human race.

Isnt there one minister, one man of God

To go help my son, on this rough road he trods.

He's not one of your members, who pays big tithes.

He's just someone who needs you at his side.

Are you afraid of the devil and his angels at work,

Of the long dark halls where evil lurks?

Can't you take a light that shines so bright

That the boys in the prisons can see a small light?

God says in the Bible

to let your light shine,

Where's a better place,

When's a better time?

Special thanks to Dean Towe for giving me permission to use this poem.