Turn Around

Lost... a little girl with a doll wanders from place-to-place;
Busy people pass by her, ignoring the tears on her face...
Finally a lady named Angel stops and helps the girl home:
The little girl's mother was frantic, but now thankful 

       Thank you, thank you

Lost... a searching soul with sin wanders from place-to-place;
Busy people pass by her, ignoring the tears on her face...
Finally, a saint stops and helps the searching soul home:
Jesus is watching and waiting for her to turn around

       He is here, He is here

Turn around, turn around
Repent from the sin that holds you bound
Turn around, turn around
Turn away from those things that hold you down
Turn around

No longer lost but found
No longer bound
No longer held down
No longer lost but found

Hallelujah!

--bro. tim pickl
Saturday December 30, 2006 A.D.

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"...Repent, and be baptized every one of you in the name of Jesus Christ for the remission of sins, and ye shall receive the gift of the Holy Ghost.
For the promise is unto you, and to your children, and to all that are afar off, even as many as the Lord our God shall call."