The Prisoner’s Prayer

Lord, if you exist and if you are divine
Condemn he who condemned me, for 'twas his wish, not mine
I stand accused of murder, not a walk down victory lane
The only reason I'm not on death row is because I am "insane"

"The murder was impulsive." is what my lawyer said
"We plead temporary insanity; my client lost her head."
I stand accused of murder I did not commit
But the law, judge, and doctors are all convinced I did

Though they say I did, I have no motive or reason
I come to you asking not for forgiveness, but for freedom
Grant me my freedom and I'll forever believe
Grant me my freedom, dear Lord, Give me the chance to live

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