The last path I venture
Must lead me to him
The lure of temptation
To circumvent sin
.
A life has been gifted
With decisions to ponder
My intentions exposed
Unable to wander
.
I stand before him
With a lasting endeavor
My deeds are recorded
Revealed now forever
.
The Kingdom of Heaven
I search for an entrance
I plead for acceptance
And release my resistance
.
Dangled before me
Sensation and fame
The high stakes I’ve wagered
My soul he will claim
.
His pleasure was deception
His identity altered
A ruse of redemption
So many have faltered
.
Cast your temptation
And lustful desire
Self satisfaction
And plans to conspire
.
Abandoned the shackles
That keep you restricted
The venomous pleasure
Of which you're addicted
.
Paradise or flames
A committed decision
Judged on your actions
There is no rescission
.
Trust in your faith
And no longer waiver
Tattered and torn
I bow to my Savior
About the Creator
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Very Reflective and insightful…