My Soul, No Other Can Own
My soul, no other can own
Besides the One who made it;
Lest my hopes be overthrown
And cast into the bottomless pit!
Though evil always in my eyes stare
In disguise like one so innocent,
Yet I'd never in my folly dare
To have it any close to my tent.
For what will it ever profit me
If all the foolishness I enjoy today,
Will tomorrow an anguish be
As my life like coal, burns away.
Hell, I cannot afford to taste;
O my soul, seek it not in a haste!
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