Souls

I walk along the avenue,
My soul is thin.
Worn places...on my shoe,
Let the rocks...come in.

I pick each step with care,
And touch my feet to dirt.
Distance comes so slow,
I limp with hurt.

Friends doth little know,
My loss or gain.
Nor do they speak to cheer,
Or pity me...in pain.

For it is how I live each day,
That gives my hours full length.
And my task of conquering sin,
Gives me an added strength.

I walk towards God's heaven,
My mortal soul is thin.
Will some one open up the gate,
And bid me to come in?

E.P. 1908 - 1989

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