She was lovely and pure in her prime
An unsurpassed beauty of her time
Her beauty borne of steadfast truth
Looking to God in her days of youth
But the Liar crept in, as he’d done before
Crooning so sweetly, his foot in the door
With a slight mocking tone he planted the seed
With her unaware she had started to bleed
She has since been falling; now the hour is late
She carelessly laughing; not knowing her fate
Her eyes will not see; ears will not hear
Rebellion her path; touting “no fear”
Embracing all madness; demanding her way
As the oppressor patiently waits for his day
He knows how to capture the mind of a fool
Delusion of freedom, a powerful tool
To make her believe she has freedom of choice
The freedom to stop an opposing voice
Freedom to indulge all selfish desire
Entitlement promising to take her higher
In the drunkenness of delusional gains
He binds her slowly with burdensome chains
And when the truth comes rushing in
With no fight left, the oppressor will win
But this oppressor is also delusion impaired
And will come to his end for that he has dared
To set himself high with insatiable hatred
As above the One by whom he was created
Romans 1:25 "Who changed the truth of God into a lie, and worshipped and served the
creature more than the Creator, who is blessed forever, Amen."
Romans 1:25 "Who changed the truth of God into a lie, and worshipped and served the
creature more than the Creator, who is blessed forever, Amen."
July 27, 2013
By Cherry Bieber