They say the worth of souls is great
But what about their weight
For these souls to carry are my cross to bare
The souls of hundreds, I pray for and care
They are beautiful people I never met
Prepare for Bolivia to cast my net
Bring others unto Christ was my goal
It was my dream that depression stole
I still bare the weight of the ones "specific for me"
I cry often wondering if I'll ever be free
The worth of souls is great
but I'm here to state that so is the weight
They weigh me down to a slow crawl
When i can't go anymore i begin to bawl
Because i was suppose to share salvation
All I've done is fed peoples contemplation
I've got a bag full of souls to remember
Put my own aside to create space for others
Will I ever let go and let these souls free
Loosen the bag and let them fly from me
To have a chance to take a deep breath
Put my own back into my chest
But I can't let go because it's not about me
It's about getting others to be free
So I'll proceed with this weight for the rest of my life
Until I'm at the gates and being judged for my life
I'll wait to pass out each soul to the owner
I hope and pray there will be no loner
I'll know the lord took care of my people
Brought them to the Prophet Moroni's steeple.
