3.30.2005

Breathing Poison

We live in a broken world –
You and I.
Every moment a heart cries
A silent tear and a sigh.
Money is thought to be the cure –
Only bringing greed.
We keep trying to fill the void –
Keep trying to breathe
But the air is poisonous here –
And we gasp for more
All of us slowly dieing –
If only we were poor.
Hard to believe what we thought was good
Would lead only to our demise
We always knew we could see
But never opened our eyes.
That would take too much time
And we all know that equals money
Didn’t see the value of it all –
Of an everlasting eternity.
But wait!
What about them?
They must be doing something different
They aren’t dieing men!
Our skin is slowly corroding –
Insides the blackest black
But they remain as before –
Bodies still intact!
It’s not our fault we breathe in poison
It’s the air we were given!
Quick ask them their secret
Where have they been?
In the arms of the Lord
They cried
“We knew if we stayed here
we would surely die!”
“Don’t you recall
the lesson you were taught?
To live in sin and breathe it’s air
Rejected the freedom He bought!
Jesus died upon that cross
Innocent as the lamb of God
And you chose to brush it off –
Pretending you forgot.

But we’ve been here all along
Witnessing in His name
We spoke only His truth –
And you chose Satan’s game.

Quick repent – fall on your knees
He loves you too and knows your heart
And if you’re not sincere –
Then here is where we part.”

We must fall on our knees –
Declare Jesus as Lord and Savior
To reject his gift
Is to live apart from Him forever

I can think of no greater tragedy
Because there is none
It doesn’t have to be
The time has surely come –

To stop indulging in sin
Live only to please Him
For to please Satan
Is only breathing poison!
Monica
1/17/01

1 Comments:

Blogger Humble_Servant said...

Yes, this Country had better take notice.
Proverbs 14:11-13 (ESV)
11 The house of the wicked will be destroyed,
but the tent of the upright will flourish.
12 There is a way that seems right to a man,
but its end is the way to death.
13 Even in laughter the heart may ache,
and the end of joy may be grief.

March 30, 2005 11:51 PM  

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