So Many Hurting Souls
by
Barbara Philbrook
So many hurting souls out there,
and my only recourse is prayer.
People sad and contemplating suicide,
instead of letting Jesus abide.
Abide within where He desires to
be,
guiding you on through eternity.
Willing to carry your burdens and strife,
desiring to give you a better life.
Able to ward of evil of any kind,
giving you total inner peace of mind.
Waiting right there with bated breath,
to free you from eternal death.
Promising you'll have peace
within,
and freedom from the rigors of sin.
All being offered to any who'll believe,
poured out to those asking to receive.
So many hurting souls I see,
Heavenly Father I present each to Thee.
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