Greystone Chapel - Intellectual

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Inside the walls of prison, my body may be

But the Lord has set my soul free

There's a greystone chapel here at Folsom

A house of worship in this den of sin

You wouldn’t think that God had a place here at Folsom

But he saved the souls of many lost men

Now, there's a greystone chapel here at Folsom

Stands a hundred years tall, made of granite rock

It takes a ring of keys to move here at Folsom

But the door to the house of God is never locked

Inside the walls of prison, my body may be

But the Lord has set my soul free

But my Lord has set my soul free

There are men here that don't ever worship

There are men here who scoff at the ones who pray

But I’ve got down on my knees in that greystone chapel

And I thanked the Lord for helping me each day

Now, there's a greystone chapel here at Folsom

It has a touch of God's hand on every stone

It's a flower of light in a field of darkness

And it's given me the strength to carry on

Inside the walls of prison, my body may be

But the Lord has set my soul free

But my Lord has set my soul free