Vince Penn

A prisoner's Christmas is such a sad song,
Spent rehearsing the verses of all his wrong.
The joy of the past Christmas cheer,
Replaced instead, by the stinging of a tear
His stockings stuffed with broken dreams
So heavy, bursting at the seams
There will be no exchange of gifts
Only memories, watching his soul drift
No Christmas tree with lights aglow
A Christmas instead, like none would want to know
No chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Just slow, burning embers of a soul's desire
Instead of mistakes hanging over his head
He faces life, or a number of years, instead
No family get together, hugs or kisses
He cries out for just anyone to say "Best Wishes"
Instead of ears hearing the music of Jingle Bells
Ears cringe at the sound of shackles, chains and clanging cells
A prisoners Christmas seems so out of touch
Until he thanks God, who loves him so much
For some to two thousand years ago on Christmas Day
God gave us his only son, our sins to pay
He loved us so much even way back then
That even a prisoner can be cleansed from sin
And now a prisoners Christmas can be filled with glee
For the blood of Jesus has set him free.