I sit in this cell every day,
Wishing someone would come my way.
I wonder why no one cares for my soul,
Why no one will visit me in this dark hole.
Someone out there has just what I need,
And could plant within me the Gospel seed.
So here I sit, alone and lost,
Will no one out there bear the cost?
My soul is ripe, my heart is heavy,
For Jesus Christ, my soul is ready.
Will you come and meet this need,
And plant in me the Gospel seed?
Who will do this onerous task,
And go to where the Savior asks?
To the prisons and jails where the broken are,
And bring to us the Savior’s heart?