They're Runaways

I’m sitting here facing the screen,

I’m half-awake like in a dream.

My mind is cloudy, not all there,

So at the screen my eyes do stare.

I know the Lord wants me to write,

But half my brain has taken flight.

I could give up and walk away,

But I decided I must stay.

So, I pursued Him, asked what’s next,

The truth not written in a text,

But written in the hearts of men

Who’re living what is for-bid-den.

They’re liars, sneakers, runaways,

Who, with the truth, they love to play.

They’ll twist it, turn it their own way,

And sometimes put it on display.

They live their lives still for the flesh,

And what they do, not hard to guess,

For in their minds they do undress

The ones they lust. Will not confess.

Their attitudes, they sometimes stink

When lusts of flesh are on the brink.

They know their thoughts, not the right way,

But they yield to them anyway.

It’s called addiction, slaves to sin,

And they are losers, do not win,

For they continue follow flesh,

And truth and lies they love to mesh.

But Jesus died to free them now

If only to the Lord they’ll bow,

And if their sins they will renounce

And faith in Jesus they’ll avow.

An Original Work / March 9, 2025 

Christ’s Free Servant, Sue J Love