Poetry

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Soul Sought Approval

I stirred my soul this morning, from its slumbering state,
“Wake up, Soul, from your sleep. The hour is getting late!”
“What,” my soul inquired of me, “do you propose I do?”
“Hush up, my soul.” I said. “I have questions for you.

What have you been up to, Soul? Tell me, where have you been?”
Said my soul back to me, “I set out to please men.”
“Soul, you were not made for that. What would you ever gain?
Why would you lose yourself? It isn’t worth the pain.

Glorify your God, my soul, all that is within me.
Search yourself, oh my soul. Do not seek vanity.”
Soul sought the approval of anyone who was kind,
someone to satisfy lusts of a fleshly mind.

Soul even sought of itself approval and love,
never setting its eyes on treasures from above.
“Let me rest,” Soul to me said “Pray the Lord keep me
and my cares in His heart until the day I’m free,

free to be just what He made, the one He adored.
For that is what I am. He’s all that I live for.”
“Oh,” I said to my soul then. “That’s what I love to hear,
that your main concern is that God would keep you near.”
© Joyce Pool

Mark 8:36-37 What good is it for a man to gain the whole world, yet forfeit his soul? Or what can a man give in exchange for his soul?

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