| There's A Soul that lost its way |
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It wandered out, all alone, The soul once white as snow. It quit going to Sunday School Because the other kids didn't go. It got brave and ventured out And, soon, God was no more. The little soul had lost its way And what it was looking for. The white began to get dingy. Christians were a thing of the past. The little soul was truly lost And on it's way to Hell, real fast. May we recognize these lost souls And, like the fisherman, reel them in; Once more, to make them white as snow And cleanse them from all sin. |
| © 2002 by Claytia Doran |
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