Of Free Will
Our wise God
the Father, no facade.
He gives us choice in all we beguile.
Though our sinful ways are visited on our child,
our child has the same choice as we in sin reviled.
Angel of Darkness conspiring ill,
Satan, his realm to fill,
twists free will.
© May 21 2010 For Jared’s “Trois Par Huit” contest
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