The Taste of Sin
Sinners love the taste of sin,
As they relish every bite;
Swallowing slowly within,
Fulfilling their appetite.
No matter of what their lust,
Regardless of what their need;
Idolatry is where they trust,
Whatever may be their greed.
But their food will turn sour,
Causing poison deep inside;
Excessively they devour,
For all warnings they defied.
So very soon they will die,
In the clutches of the snake;
Egoism makes them lie,
For it is God they forsake.
More so with having conceit,
And for their love of money;
Never to see for their deceit,
The land of milk and honey.
Richard Newton Sherrer
Copyright ©2007 Richard Newton Sherrer
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