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Sin Is Fun Until

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Sin Is Fun Until

Sin Is Fun Until… 24 By faith Moses, when he had grown up, refused to be known as the son of Pharaoh’s daughter. 25 He chose to be mistreated along with the people of God rather than to enjoy the fleeting pleasures of sin. 26 He regarded disgrace for the sake of Christ as of greater value than the treasures of Egypt, because he was looking ahead to his reward. ” Heb 11:24-26 NIV Sin Is Fun Until it binds us; In bondage we find our souls. No longer a choice but compulsion; Ruin, shame and lost worthwhile goals. Drugs and unlawful sex may be exciting, Until they have taken their score. The conscience is disbanded; The frontal lobe of the brain ignored. Right and wrong conduct unacknowledged; Sanity and stability fades; Sin Is Fun Until it controls us; In lies and crime we wade. Stealing from loved ones; Ruining lives along the way; Causing pain and utter ruin; Numb, no desire to turn back or pray. Sin Is Fun Until its season Comes to a completion. Death is the end result; Hope of nothing but the 2nd resurrection. Money all gone in pursuit of fleeting pleasure; All friends lost because of the enemy. Love a thing of the hazy past; Destruction and degradation sin’s sanctuary. Sin’s fun is a form of deception; Satan’s tool for our eternal destruction. Satan tempts with his own discernment; Thousands of years of experimentation. Don’t be tempted by pleasure for a season— What is sin but a long term lie? Sin Is Fun Until it bankrupts; Controls us to destructively comply. © Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue

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  1. Date: 5/2/2012 1:32:00 PM
    Truth comes to us in this amazing poem. So full of wisdom that we often do not heed sadly.

  1. Date: 4/27/2012 6:00:00 PM
    Sometimes I think the most dangerous sin is not the big, but the small. Little things that eat slowly away at faith, like doubt. A really good poem for me tonight.