Guard Your Soul
Can you find hope in the heavens above?
Do you touch another with an extension of love?
Or are you filled with anger and hate,
Judgment and careless with another man's fate?
Do you ever consider the path that you make?
And what will follow as you enter God's gate?
Have you stored up riches on the earth's hopeless floor?
Have you violated your soul in hopes you'll get more?
Or have you listened to your heart when it cries?
And guarded your soul from deceit and lies.
What is behind me when I walk through this life?
My footprints are impressions, as sharp as a knife.
My tongue though it speaks, what does it say?
Did I speaks words of love, or was it decay?
My ears though they hear, do I listen at all?
When my heart carefully whispers and warns, lest I fall.
My hands though flesh, can they feel another's pain?
Or am I calloused and as cold as the rain?
May my soul not be hardened by the weariness of life.
May my soul see beauty in ever sunrise.
May I look at the heavens and not be mundane.
May I never forget that to give is to gain.
© Karen Steward July 2006
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