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We sang this in prison

You could see the bullet holes in the chapel walls. They were remnants from past riots at this prison for violent, youthful offenders in Ionia, a small prison town in central Michigan.

The guys at the chapel service were a wide-variety of young felons. When they came in the chapel, I kept my eye open for the location of the door, just in case.

My fear vaporized when the organist started playing and the song was Victory in Jesus. The place changed. It was as if we were in the presence of God and he was sharing the secrets of how to get through life and it was Victory in Jesus.