The Great Deceiver

You say that I'm vile from my past, putrid crimes, and that I'll never change, forever bound to pastimes. You say that I'm ugly when I look in the mirror, that people would be pleased if I'd just disappear. You say I'm unlovely, not worthy to be known, unable to receive the great grace I've been shown. My joy has been robbed, and you are the thief, The Great Deceiver, causing fear and grief. Faith comes in a gentle whisper, but lies will shout. Into the all-consuming fire, I cast each doubt. By the power of the cross, the source of all love, my sins are washed whiter than the purest dove. Not by my merit; worthy by impartation, I can begin again, renewed by salvation. 1-16-2023 Fear Is A Liar Poetry Contest Sponsor: Sotto Poet