More Souls, More Love

God’s love for me grows with the souls I bring,
the more I bring, so much He loves me more;
if just for me I do most everything,
omniscient God in His own way keeps score.

Yet clearly God is not some big equation,
He’s free to love us all unequally,
He little cares we’re white, black, brown or Asian,
God’s love is shrouded in His mystery.

God wants more souls to love and come His way,
to steal those souls from God’s the devil’s goal,
I wish I could send God souls every day,
but I can barely save my own poor soul.

Lord, You desire more souls I could supply,
send me more love and grace and I shall try.

                      -- by Pete Voelz       1/30/13