A poem.
As it leaped from my hands,
I saw the imprint of Another.
Left to the whims of an old master,
I call out to the Potter for my soul!
oh my soul oh my soul oh my soul
“It is better to be free and a harlot,
“Than controlled by a Lover.”
Left to destruction, I cry to Another,
“What can I do for my soul?”
oh my soul oh my soul oh my soul
Silence fills my heart and I know,
I am at the mercy of its master.
Oh, that its master were Mercy!
And would hold unceasing to my soul.
oh my soul oh my soul oh my soul
The thought strikes hope in my breast,
what a familiar caress.
“I never left – never left –
“Oh my soul, you are mine.”
“oh My soul oh My soul oh My soul”
The whisper of a forsaken Lover,
scripture delivers quenching waters.
And my fears, my freedom, my faith are
baptized in the love of a Savior.
Oh my soul, Christ has saved!