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My sin is written,
With an iron pen;
What is forbidden,
Had done now and then.
For it is engraved,
With a diamond tip;
And it has enslaved,
The words from my lip.
Large trees on high hills,
Mountains that are tall;
Know what my heat thrills,
And what makes me fall.
God will change my wealth,
Treasures into loot;
And will turn my health,
Making it acute.
He will do because,
Of my worship sites;
Defying His laws,
To quench my delights.
For sinful secrets,
And deceitful hearts;
Only compensates,
What Satan imparts.
For my desire,
Will stir up the wrath;
With a bright fire,
As it burns the path.
A deceitful mind,
Makes you turn away;
From being as kind,
And lustfully stray.
No one understands,
Such deceitful ways;
Why on sinking sands,
Someone disobeys.
Search minds and test hearts,
And do what is right;
God helps when good starts,
Guiding towards the light.
C Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer
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