Witness Bold to Craving Souls

The souls of many men
Sought by predators in wait
Beset by sin’s heavy weight
Knowing not their eternal fate
Whether heaven or liars lake
Succumb to gods fake

Soul of woman and child
Not yet ready to die
Void in soul to satisfy
Cost often extremely high
Sin surrender very nigh
To all false gods, good-bye

O’ Christian, Saviour is nigh
Shout His word, cry loud, cry!

Souls of indigenous people
Yearning for prime real
Looking for the right deal
Not just a pleasure feel
Waiting for you to reveal
Treasure from His ‘Holy Seal’

They are craving souls
The young and the old
Searching for riches untold
Not consumed by evil mole
Yet, not an organized mold
But Christ, the model role

O, Christian, why withhold?
Witness loud, witness bold!

                                                                                 copyright ©1999 by E. Myron Noble

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