" Remember those in prison as if you were
 their fellow prisoners ,
 and those who are being mistreated as if 
you yourselves were suffering. " ( Heb. 13:3)

Here is great poem written for Babs by Linda Hill:

http://www22.brinkster.com/sandoo/linda/poem25.htm

"Bars"

Dear Lord, with a heavy heart 
get down on my knees to pray-
You know how much I miss my son
since he went away.
He has lost his freedom, Lord, for
the things that he has done-
But he's still my shining star,
He's still my loving son.

When the darkness comes and invades
his soul at night-
And when the bars are closed behind
him an locked up tight-
Send an angel to him , Lord,
Let him know she's there.
Oh Lord, please hear my cry- hear
this Mothers prayer.

Oh Lord, how I miss him...for he's
still my little boy-
Outside in his sandbox playing with
a tinker toy-
He's still the child I tucked in at
nite and read stories too-
He's still the teenager that took care
of me when I had the flu.

Dear Lord , have your angel protect him
through the nite-
And let her still be with him come
the morning light.
I'm giving you my son Lord, mold him
with your care-
Let him know that in his heart
Mother's always there!

Author : Linda Hill