Vincent Flannery Poet Rhyme

That's Not Ny Name

My job isn't to convert but rather only to tell
In that one might avert all the pains of hell
I needn't persist nor stick around too long
But I would insist you know about His Song

I'm not here to change you even if I could
Just stating the obviously true, the good
It is of your will on which you'll be judged 
For as you got your fill you haven't budged

No, you have Another in mind of the Power
One I hope you find before your final hour 
But as a passerby or even a friend of yours
I can't understand why such doubt pours 

I'm not the answer but a step on His Road
You might not concur but the truth is owed
You take care and I wish you only His Best
I'm not here to compare, this is your test

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