The Deceived

Their fleeting joys abound
Though lasting never found

Dust held in a clenched fist…

Shards of spurious gems
Decorating lives condemned

…Not knowing their play is but mist


Longing for an unknown gain
Ever steers their lives in vain

While Satan hides his blade…

“But do not fret your hell-bound plight”
A hiss whispers with delight

…”God’s glory is a rather good trade.”


Posted on 08/02/2013, in Christianity, Poetry and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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