Prison Radio
Raymond White

Banished away from freedom, from bars to race chain shackles, my feet plastered onto a land of shadows. Straddling inside a grieving landscape built with metal and stone, my heart colds, spiritually devastated.

I look up to the sky, see birds that resemble the faces of angels, wings fluttering through the clouds of angelic mystery. A tranquil silence appears. I hear Your name calling out to me. My sweet enduring Lord that rules the infinite sky. Eternity begins to speak to me, for blue skies become oceans shifting a billion winds. Eradicate me from the darkness, an inner light in me presents. Fires raged, put out by hurricanes’ thunders.

I hear your name again calling out to me. Through the lonely shallows that taint my soul, I keep hearing You calling out to me: “Steady, my dear son Raymond. It is I that loves you. I could never let you go.” 

My dear Lord Jesus, I have suffered for so long, through a painful life of blasphemy. Cursed in my own blessed grounds, living a chaotic life, a chaotic life was so clear to me. My dear Lord Jesus, could you please save my soul? Beyond the pull of life, pillars that troubled me so tragically. My Lord of Eternity, come back to me, without ever letting me go.

These commentaries recorded by Prison Radio.