Self to Soul

My soul calls me: Why don't you come this way?
Why do I war against my very soul?
My soul tells me: You know I'm here to stay,
you know I'm right, let me have full control.

Why must my soul and I be so at war?
Why are we oft at odds in our direction?
Why does my soul so cut me to the core?
Why must I always stand to its inspection?

My soul is right when all is said and done.
I know that I must hear and heed it here.
My goal is more important than my fun,
more than I think, eternity is near.

Help me, O God, to make my soul my friend,
for You've put us together without end.

                       -- by Pete Voelz     8/10