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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The devil, once beautiful, desired more, His craving for power, a treacherous lure. In the pursuit of dominion, he led with arrogance, A path of darkness, where his soul was lost. His charm masked a hunger insatiable, An appetite for control, a desire unattainable. As he reached for the heavens, his pride unfurled, For he wished to be God, and dared to defy the divine order. Cast down, he learned humility's cost, None can be God but He alone, A lesson too late for him to understand. The once-glorious angel, in darkness, was lost. His wings, once radiant, now shrouded in obscure night, A celestial descent, away from the heavenly light. The yearning for power, a haunting thirst, Led him astray, and in despair, he was immersed. Woe for sin, a serpent in Eden unfurled, Woe for a glorious beauty, now corrupted and curled. Woe for us, Earth's inhabitants in strife, Living in fright and shame, a tumultuous life. As tears drain from my eyes, I woe for the unbelievers, lost in the night. Woe for those who do wrong, thinking it's right. Woe, for hell's flames do zealously burn, A reminder that all must someday prepare To face perdition's doom or perhaps grasp grace's robe. Repent, ye nation of God, hear the call, Repent, ye sons of the Most High, stand tall. Fear not, don't panic in the darkest shade, For Christ rose from the grave, our sins to fade. He bore the weight, made our transgressions light, To mend the wrongs, redeem the fallen's plight. Once corrupted, we faced impending doom, Yet now, by grace, our souls find room. Let not guilt linger, let forgiveness flow, For in Christ's sacrifice, new life does grow. Repent and rise, let love and mercy guide, In His resurrection, our salvation resides.
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