Prowl

The lion prowls for a fresh meal Ready to kill and watch you squeal Teeth and claws shred your heart Bones and muscle torn all apart He seeks one of us to devour Not resting one bit of the hour Ready to pounce on the attack Be on alert and watch your back He leads you in the temptation Your heart's desire and sensation Your pleasures and dreams all fulfilled Long as you forsake our Gods will We ought to act more vigilant His threat is dire and imminent We are hunted like fattened prey He feasts on souls like a buffet Tricks us thinking that we are saved His lie to us, “You’re well behaved!” We buy the message of cheap grace Which leaves us dead in our carcass But one born to us as a babe Grew up strong a command he gave Love God with all heart mind and strength And love your neighbor at great length And if we say we have have no sin The lie is what we are living And the truth in us won't be found Learn this before we’re in the ground This poet writes a line and verse Before we ride that ethereal hearse We will be dressed in our death shroud Will we be “counted and allowed?”