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.
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