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Passion for the Lost Souls – A Poem

For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?

– Mark 8:36

There is a pain, deep in my heart,
It’s there most every day.
I’ve plead for years, I’m speechless now,
There’s nothing left to say.

Comfort, and peace, salvation’s joy,
Could all be yours to keep.
But still you choose, to have blind eyes,
The Lord you will not seek.

Eternity, without the Lord,
Why is it you don’t fear?
Years, precious few, do swiftly pass,
As day of death draws near.

The Gospel call, it separates,
Both here, and when we die.
We leave behind, those dearly loved,
And to the Lord draw nigh.

I wanted only good for you,
There’s still no other goal.
Because the Lord has filled my heart,
With love for your lost soul.

Written by Sis Elizabeth Adedayo (Team Watchmen)

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