Lying in jail   I had sank so low   I ask God to help me   I had no place to go   So the Fahter above   said, "Son, I love you so".   So many doubts,   no more of "I could".   but he said,"You got talent,to use it you would".   With brand new confidence   and a heart full of thanks   just a little while latter   no more of "I can't".   I called up the folks   and poured my heart out.   I was sorry I had    caused them so much hurt and to doubt.   I told them how sorry I was,   that I had cheated and stole.   What a surprize I got!   Kenny Beard treated me like gold.   He welcomed me back into his home.   Gave me that cherished guitar.   Treated me better,   Then I'd ever dreamed that he would by far.   Broken promises, Broken dreams,   No longer my demise   Out law moves,   No longer my diguise   My cry for help   from heaven had been heard.   The Lord will help    if you ask    like it says    in his Word.