One day I gave my life to Jesus,
I was only six years old you know;
My soul I knew, was not my own.
To church we went but once a week,
It was like that all Sundays;
My soul went with me, like always.
The church we went to was so big,
With all the people and the noise they made;
Within my soul, I was afraid.
I didnít know the preacher that day,
He talked about lilies and sparrow birds;
My soul was alert, to these words.
My soul is worth far more than these,
Jesus died for me; why thatís absurd?
What is this, my soul has heard?
Then finally some words I understood,
This man was talking right to me;
Yes into my soul, he could see.
I heard the choir sing ďJust as I am,Ē
They sang these words so bold;
And to my soul, they were as gold.
Wake up my child, this is for you,
A family ticket I cannot give;
For this your soul, it needs to live.
An altar call the preacher made,
What will you do with Jesus today?
As for me and my soul, we did obey.
I walked on by my mum and dad,
My brothers and my sister too;
I think my soul it knew, just what to do.
I prayed a prayer I wonít forget,
I have remembered it to this day;
My life and soul, to God I gave.
Now one day I will live with Him,
And no matter how long I will be known;
This soul of mine, itís not my own.
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