December 25, 2006

Her hair flowed like the calm wind on a beautiful river
Her touch was soft like a goose down pillow
Her voice was like angels singing and her words danced around in the room
She gave a chance for sweet romance, but only the devil would pursue
He looked into her eyes and saw a great prize but a that was question inside
His mystery was what she might become and what role he would play
And come down that dreadful day when the question arose from deep in her eyes
For she had taken him the depths and taught a new truth
He begged of her to do one thing and forgive him for his sins
She said not I for which you have done nor have you done to others but why must you ask of me?
She looked him in the eyes and said, "Why have you not become of me and taken the path I have chosen for thee!?"
He looked up from his knees as he begged and said"Are you not the angel of God who yet come to save me? For did not God say I wish that the food I eat comes from the dish of he who serves me. Have I not become of what God has asked? I have forgiven and believed.
And come down that dreadful day when the question arose from deep in her eyes
She looked at him and said with anger "For only one can be one and God is me."
The devil looked deeper and saw what no one should see For the Devil was not him but the angel bearing thee

No comments:

Bobby Morris

Bobby Morris

0015

0015