Monthly Archives: March 2020

Wisdom – Ronnie Travis


By Ronnie Travis
Oaks Correctional Facility, Manistee, MI

As I look back through the years,
I’ve laughed a lot, and shed some tears.
I’ve come close to heaven’s gates,
I’ve felt the wrath of my mistakes.
All my life I’ve always known,
You’ll only reap what you have sewn.
Set your goals to the heavens above,
Hold on tight to the things you love.
Remember to always be discreet,
Be kind and gracious to all you meet.
Be careful how you choose your path,
Be mindful of the grapes of wrath.
Days of our lives are previous few,
The love you give will come back to you.

The Dreams – Ronnie Travis


“The Dreams”
By Ronnie Travis
Oaks Correctional Facility, Manistee, MI

I had the same dream, more than one time,
Seemed as though God was giving me a sign.
To stop all the running from Him and give in,
Come out of the darkness and repent of my sin.
To do it right away, without hesitation,
Accept Christ Savior, and receive salvation.
But I paid God no mind, and hardened my heart,
And everything in my life started to fall apart.
I had to lose everything I loved in life,
And come to the realization, I needed Christ.
I lost my possessions, my freedom and wife,
But count it a blessing, God spared me my life.
I’m currently serving time, for shooting a man,
The results of when we don’t follow God’s plan.
I’ve prayed for the man, hope he’s doing well,
I’ve asked God’s forgiveness, from my prison cell.
But since then, God has made a change in me,
He’s molding me into the man He made me to be.
My prayer is for each inmate that’s serving time,
God will change every heart, and renew every mind.
So when the doors open, and we all are set free,
We can be that man and woman, God made us to be.

Rejected Truth – Tracy Leigh


“Rejected Truth”
By Tracy Leigh
Huron Valley Correctional Facility, Ypsilanti, MI

The sound of crimson rings violently true,
gossip spread rampant, not good but who?

Pressed between pages of peril and plate glass,
my conscience winced at ransom’s one glance.

Division created while people chose sides,
a trial held in a public square of lies.

Waves of anger at fear of the unknown,
let murders go, take the new guy in town.

Did my conduct delete his precedent path?
How long friend, will his extended grace last?

A process so crude his skin gave way,
What is this charge causing skies to gray?

He watches dejected as those he loves snarl,
the abrasive hurt evolves a vivid pearl.

St. Paul and I – David Kurbaba


“St. Paul and I”
By David Kurbaba
Harrison Correctional Facility, Adrian, MI

I say I was abused. I say I was physically, mentally, and sexually abused. I say I was hungry. I say I was without proper clothing or a home. I say I was unloved. Poor me.
Who am I? Who am I to complain? Who am I to rail against God? What makes me so special?

Let’s look at St. Paul’s words in 1 Cor. 4:11. “To this very hour we go hungry and thirsty, we are poorly clad and roughly treated, we wander about homeless and we toil with our own hands.”

When this verse came to life for me this morning, I realized that I had nothing to complain about. St. Paul went through way more than I did. He was eventually beheaded for His faith. I wasn’t. But, as I looked into this, I realize that the difference between St. Paul and I was the way we responded to our afflictions. He acted/reacted to his persecution humbly and the way I acted/reacted was riotously.

In 1 Cor. 4:12-b-13, St. Paul tells how he responded to his afflictions, “When ridiculed, we bless; when persecuted, we endure; when slandered, we respond gently.”

How did I respond to my afflictions? With hate, anger, rage, drunkenness. I didn’t bless, I didn’t endure patiently, I didn’t respond gently.

In 1 Cor. 4:13-b, it goes on to say, “We became like the world’s rubbish, the scum of all, to this very moment.”

Now, I can relate to these words. This was how I felt. However, like St. Paul, I too was saved from myself. I did not have the bright white light, tears running down my face, or spoke in tongues. I had a more gentle experience. St. Paul was broken differently than I was. My brokenness needed kid gloves, I needed gentle guidance.

Look at the depths of which St. Paul raised from. Look at his life’s work after his rescue. As for me, I am on the same road as St. Paul. However, the road is different only in the fact that I am David. My road consists of the same afflictions of St. Paul. My road has the same obstacles. My road will end at the same destination.

Though St. Paul and I lived thousands of years apart, we both can say the same thing. 2 Cor. 4:8-11 says, “We are afflicted in every way, but not constrained; preplexed, but not driven to despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed; always carrying about in the body the dying of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be manifested in our body. For we who live are constantly being given up to death for the sake of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may be manifested in our mortal flesh.”

Now, I in no way equate myself to the heights of St. Paul. If I am able to accomplish a small portion of the work St. Paul did, I will I hope that my Lord, Jesus Christ, will say to me when I stand before him, “Well done my child.”

This is not a complete record of my journey, it is however a snippet of this morning’s thoughts. Thanks for reading it. May God bless you and yours.

The Lord and You – Julius Evans


“The Lord and You”
By Julius Evans
Clements Unit, Amarillo, Texas

You and the Lord are always with me, night and day,
Also in my heart to stay with beautiful words,
And gentle ways.
A poem for you both to tuck away,
Because you both are with me always, night and day.
Forever in my heart and mind to stay,
For I love you and the Lord more with each passing day.

My Cell – Julius Evans


“My Cell”
By Julius Evans
Clements Unit, Amarillo, Texas

Darkness, loneliness fills my cell
For pain, fear too great to tell.
But the Lord watches over me,
As I wait for the mailman to deliver to me.
As I wipe away the tears,
That no one but the Lord above sees,
As I pray sincerely for me to receive
A letter from the Lord above.
Romans 10:9: If you confess with your mouth to the Lord Jesus and believe in your heart that God has raised Him from the dead, you will be saved. Amen

Keeping Satan Away – Julius Evans


“Keeping Satan Away”
By Julius Evans
Clements Unit, Amarillo, Texas

Many years have passed me by with me being incarcerated.
As I continually pray to the Lord above, Satan, please keep Satan away.
Satan is here, there, everywhere,
Trying really hard to stay every single day.
But the Lord above lives in me.
The strength to keep pushing the evilness away,
With the Lord coming closer to my heart,
As I want to love, live for Him
There is no better way to say
I live for You Lord, every single day.

Comfort, Freedom – Julius Evans


“Comfort, Freedom”
By Julius Evans
Clements Unit, Amarillo, Texas

Hope is not foolish. Hope is the dream of a waking human. Also courage and strength lives by Jesus Christ with His care and love. Hope is our true faith in the Lord above. It’s also sympathy, but mostly it’s the strength and power that flows from inside the Lord above.

A Special One – Julius Evans


“A Special One”
By Julius Evans
Clements Unit, Amarillo, Texas

May the Lord fill your days with heavenly good things. May all of your hours overflow with joy that the Lord brings into your life.

May your blessings be many, your problems be few, and the Love that you live always come back to you. For you are a Lord-loving person, a very special one.

Romans 5:8: God demonstrates His love towards us in that while we were still sinners, He died for us.