The Quiet Strangers

Soul

The heart has depth, vast chambers and rooms

A special place for everything dear

And I do mean everything in life

Each thing we have seen; the good, the bad-

Rooms beyond count, containing all oceans

The good we do, when the world watches

Also the bad, that we hide so deep.

But I've done much, I've given, I've shared

You know I have, just don't look to deep

Into my heart-I've said the right things

My appearance is impeccable

Ask my friends, they'll tell you the same.

All my actions, at least the good ones

Should cover me, right? It should cover?

"But, dear brother, what about your soul?"

Said the imperishable man sitting next to me

On the bus seat. His name, well, his name

He did not say, but be we both knew it

We both knew it, his name was Jesus.

I turned to him, and would have mentioned

The donations, that time I sang choir.

But then I thought, "he already knows

About all that, well, stuff that I did,

When it felt right. And then, oh, and then,

That other stuff, all that other stuff,

When no one watched, he knows about that."

It comes like floods, the realization

That there's no vault that'll hide it from him.

And all the things I had hoped to forget

There they all are, there is no hiding.

My heart is glass, see-through and wall-less;

The naked truth, I believe it's called.

"But, dear brother, what about your soul?"

For the stuff of heart, is the stuff of soul

And where the heart is, so does go the soul.

The heart has depth, yet is searchable.

Where is Jesus? The seat next to you.

We ask, "why me?" Come, you are His chosen;

That does not change, that will not change ever.

But, dear brother, what about your soul?

What about it? You're deeds are just deeds.

Christ welcomes you, for you can not save you.