Temptation and Advent

You think you know,
Good from Evil.
Yet you always,
Fall for illusion.

I am Perfect Good.
Evil I’ll not tolerate.
Where does this leave you
when you come to be judged?

You may fool men
You can’t fool Me.
I know your heart
your sinful state.

To your imprisoned desperate state
I send you hope.
A babe, innocent
come to set you free.

To offer peace and Joy
Sacrifice on the Tree.
Accept My offer of Freedom
Turn your eyes to Me.
©Presbypoet December 3, 2000
Inspired by Dennis W sermon 12-3-2000
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