Don’t Starve Your Soul
Author Unknown

He was a man that some folks called great,
Said he’d made good, had grappled with fate
‘Till he’d won fame and some riches, too.
But in the crowd there were those that knew
The soul of him, so miserably small.
That real greatness he knew not at all.
For all through life he’d missed the real goal;
HE’D FED HIS BODY BUT STARVED HIS SOUL.

He had no time for the little things
That so much peace and contentment brings;
A faithful friend, a child’s tender look,
A promise sweet from God’s Holy Book,
A little talk with the Friend Divine;
A little walk where the wild flowers twine,
Just half a man, not well-rounded or whole;
WHO FED HIS BODY BUT STARVED HIS SOUL.

And then the day of accounting came,
In God’s own time, and Death called his name.
Then the poor, frail, worthless, empty shell
He’d groomed and fed and tended so well,
Was left behind – just an earthbound clod,
While his shriveled soul went to face his God.
All unprepared, paying the full toll.
HE’D FED HIS BODY BUT STARVED HIS SOUL.

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