Within These Prison Walls Poem by Wakefield Mahon

Within these prison walls,
Trusting Him to set me free.
But, how long is the waiting?

Shackles of selfishness,
Confines of conceit,
Tormented by my own forked tongue

Within these prison walls.

Carnal dreams which rattle me,
Anger that won't let me go,
Hypocrisy is my own self-righteousness.

Within these prison walls.

All of my bridges burned,
A lonely violin, my companion,
These walls I built with my own hands.

Within these prison walls.

O you, who are greater than I,
Destroy the works of my wickedness.
Undo my devious designs.

Within these prison walls.

I raise my cry to you!
In every step I have faltered.
I am not worthy of pity.

Within these prison walls.

So far away from where I began,
How can I get back home?
How can I break these chains?

Within these prison walls,
Trusting Him to set me free,
But, how long is the waiting?