Talk, Talk, Talk

Talk, talk, talk –

When you going to walk?

Baby in a crib –

All you do is fib.

Idle talk you give.

To Him you don’t live.

Misinterpreting Him,

So that you can sin.

You know what is true.

To Him, you know what’s due.

Don’t pretend you don’t,

Just because you won’t.

Actors in a hall,

Saying “Let’s play ball!”

To you, it’s all a game,

And so you stay the same.

Holding on to sin,

Crucifying Him

By the life you live.

Your heart, to Him, not give.

Why not drop the masks?

Answer Him who asks,

“Why forsaking Him

To live in your sin?”

Why not tell the truth?

You are so uncouth.

Lust is driving you

To do the things you do.

Why not surrender all

To Him who’s given all

To set you free from sin

So you can live with Him?

An Original Work / November 3, 2019