Enthusiastic Soul
If you meet me face to face,
You may have to guess at what I’d say,
For I usually keep things to myself.
You may think me down or bored,
Not excited for the Lord,
A wall flower or some object on a shelf.
But deep inside, I’m grinning
And the wheels above are spinning,
And my soul whirls about in glee.
Because I am not alone
I am part of the Lord’s home;
His Spirit resides right inside of me.
Jesus died and made me whole.
I have an enthusiastic soul,
No longer bound by sin, but free.
Someday it might leak out
And I’ll actually give a shout,
Till then, it shows up in poetry.
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