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A Wise Man Told Me

by Deborah Smith Plemmons

I was living on skid row,
Hardly knowing my own name.
Alcohol was my meal most days;
I felt no guilt or shame.

Homeless, I slept amongst my kind;
How my body and clothes did stink.
Good and bad days ran together;
Some days, I could hardly think.

On a good day, two men came by;
One knelt down and began to speak.
I heard of God's love and my sins;
Convicted, I began to weep.

I repented and trusted in Christ;
My whole life, God rearranged.
Now I am bound for Heaven;
Inside and out, I've been changed.

After baptism and attending Church,
I've been a student of God's Word.
With that man, I'm back on skid row,
Witnessing to those who've never heard.

The Bible says in Proverbs:
"He that winneth souls is wise".
I thank God for that wise man,
Who kept me from certain demise.

Proverbs 11:30...and he that winneth souls is wise

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