A Thousand Souls Poem by Logan brent McDougall

A thousand souls will never be enough
A thousand souls will never break through the rough
A thousand souls will go up in smoke as a cloud ... puff
A thousand souls would never come close to the love
A thousand souls wouldn't even scratch the surface to above
A thousand dirty and wretched sinners souls will be less than nothing
A thousand mangles corps never would have tried to give for something
A thousand broken souls are beaten and bruised for everything
And in the end he did it all with three nails and a cross.
Forever broken, and forever in a lovely, intimate, debt.
This was only repaid by the bloodshed of a perfect Son.