I understand your thoughts.

Your ways are known to Me.

It hurts Me to see you feel so isolated,

so all alone.

I care so much for you.

Jesus, the friend of sinners.

I have come that you might have life

and have it more abundantly.

I have plans to prosper you

and not to harm you.

Plans to give you hope and a future.

Sometimes I see your defeat

in the stooping of your shoulders,

as you walk down that lonesome hall.

How I long to reach out to you,

to give you comfort.

You are precious to Me.

Through the years I have watched you

as you sit there on death row,

waiting to pay for the sin of your past.

With each clanging of the prision bars

closing in behind you

you shiver at its coldness.

You cry out to Me again for mercy,

even though I have forgiven you.

The first time that you asked.

Your unworthiness makes you worthy

to come boldly before the throne of grace.

"For the sacrifices of God

are a broken sprit:

a broken and corntrite heart,

O God, Thou wilt not despise."

Although you must pay with your life

for the life you took,

you need not to bear its shame.

Tears of regret will never ease the pain,

that is spoken in your eyes.

I  have taken your sin from you child

and nailed it to the cross.

As far as the east is from the west,

never to be remembered again.

Those who put their faith in Me,

I will take them Home to glory.

When it's time the guards come for you,

and you must walk that last stretch of the mile.

Don't be afraid, precious child.

For In that darkest hour

when you hear one set of footsteps

in the hall,

it is then, that I'll carry you.

Dear Soul,

We all have battles we must  face.

Maybe you haven't murdered anyone

or your'e not living on death row.

But tonight  some of you

are living in a prision of their own.

Maybe dear soul, you feel the shame

of wearing the scarlet letter.

You've grown tired of hearing

the whispering behind your back,

as you face the battle alone.

Reach out your hand

and touch the hem of His garment

Your faith will make you whole.

Maybe some of you have stolen money,

or have gambled your family's finances away.

You feel so disappointed in yourself,

but look to Jesus, He is the restorer of  your faith.

O fallen sinner, Look to Jesus.

He is the author and finisher of your faith.

Though chains of your past

may weigh you down.

Give Him your failures.

Your past mistakes.

He can use them for your good,

and His glory, for those who love Him.

Right now, whereever you are