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There is an inspired truth,
I remember from my youth;
About a wicked person,
Who was into coercion.
He had rebellion within,
That was abundant with sin;
That he would love to impart,
From inner depths of his heart.
He was not frightened of God,
Not worshipped honor or laud;
The iniquity he built.
Never showing signs of guilt.
The words coming from his lips,
Was like poison that he sips;
Only troubled deception,
With an evil perception.
He stopped doing the good,
Only thought bad that he could;
Everything said were lies,
Thinking that he was so wise.
He invents trouble in bed,
From the darker side instead;
As he chooses to go wrong,
Agonize others to prolong.
He does not reject evil,
Games played with the devil;
With no honor or respect,
His parents he will reject.
O Lord, we need your embrace,
And feel your mercy and grace;
As we plead for a rebound,
For turning this kid around.
Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer
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