Independent Soul

Independent Soul I was really a rather independent soul Which on me many times took its toll And ended up being worn out by it Trying to find out where I should fit. If by grace of God I did what was good All of the wrong could have withstood Then listened to birds as they would sing Saying God has the answer for everything. When upon the seas waves may be rough How can we tell when enough is enough? So will pray to God for His glorious aid Before into past I finally do fade. Found my life to be over and complete If another performance I were to repeat No, I am not and to heaven will go While rest of you remain on earth below. Idea: Out of all the poems which I have written, which 20 words do I use the most listed from most used to the lesser ones in order. Jim Horn