Poetic Verses
What to Do about My Soul
Sometime ago, I realized
That I had lost control
So I asked a preacher friend of mine
What to do about my soul.
For I had hit rock bottom
And my confidence was shook
So much so that I wanted peace
No matter what it took.
He quickly assessed my problem
Though I already knew
That I was on a dead-end course
And change was overdue.
He asked me if I knew the Lord
And if so, why would I wait
To yield my wretched life to Him
Before it is too late?
That's what I did, and found true peace
With God now in control
All because a preacher friend told me
What to do about my soul.
That I had lost control
So I asked a preacher friend of mine
What to do about my soul.
For I had hit rock bottom
And my confidence was shook
So much so that I wanted peace
No matter what it took.
He quickly assessed my problem
Though I already knew
That I was on a dead-end course
And change was overdue.
He asked me if I knew the Lord
And if so, why would I wait
To yield my wretched life to Him
Before it is too late?
That's what I did, and found true peace
With God now in control
All because a preacher friend told me
What to do about my soul.
