Preacher Man

The Holy man has come to preach, It is me he is trying to reach, He is shouting and we lock eyes, Right then I realize, That he can see, The devil in me. Sweat is popping out on my forehead, And I am beginning to dread, That I ever came here, What is it that I fear? He asks what I am going to do. I know what he says is true. That I should live a life that is good, And treat others better if I could, I’ve lived a life not thinking of others, After all, aren’t we sisters and brothers? I turned my back on my creator, I figured I’d have time later. Is this really the Spirit calling me? Or am I just feeling guilty? So I am faced with a choice, Is it time to submit to God’s voice? Preacher Man wants me to see, The bottom line is that God loves me.