Treasure Island

Dorian Petersen Potter


Soul (Quatrains)


Your soul and mine are so important to God,
And it should be to you, because you can lose it too,
Your soul is something so valuable, so precious,
And it resides so deep inside of you,

You may not feel it or see it but still,
It is dwelling right there for sure too,
And it is as much part of everything you are,
As your body, mind and spirit, you know to,

Your soul will remain forever with you,
Because unlike your body and heart, it can't die,
It's immortal and shall be with you eternally,
So take care of your soul, make sure that's right with God too.

Submitted: Saturday, August 03, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 30, 2013

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