It was hard
Visiting her in jail.
Prison clothes
No makeup
Sleepless eyes.
“You have to believe me,”
She pleaded.
“I’m innocent.
Wrong place, wrong time.
Mistaken identity.”
I wanted to believe her.
We’d been friends for years.
But this had happened before
And she refused
To take her medicine.
“The DA offered me a deal,”
She begged.
“6 months Jail,
5 years probation,
If you vouch for me.”
I’d loved her
Before I understood
She meant well
But wouldn’t
Change.
I handed her
The Gideon Bible.
Muttered,
“You have a friend
In Jesus.”
