A Spiritual Relief
Comes the serpent in splendid garments
Silky satins with purest white tatted laces
Most deceptive of all Satan’s devilish varmints
How we welcome his warm tender embraces,
Sometimes taking us on a most enjoyable trip
And we go along for those pleasures we crave
But remember he doesn’t shoot from the hip
And before we know it, he will a name engrave,
Claiming for his nefarious purposes intentional
Yes, all seems well on the surface as we thrive
Sometimes quite wonderfully, even sensational
But then a time comes when we take a nosedive,
Hopefully we’ll awaken to the cause of our grief
Seeking out the values we had long cast aside
And come to that faith in God, a spiritual relief,
In peaceful grace and security from thereon abide.
Written April 23, 2022
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