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Our prolific poet Joel Dobony has penned another one, this one about the deceitful dangers of sin that so easily entangles us.

Sin Is a Sugar

By Joel Dobony

Sin is a sugar, sweet as can be,
It’s like nectar, seems to set you free.
But unlike most nectars, it only takes one lick,
Before you find yourself dreadfully sick.
It’s like quick pleasure, it doesn’t take long,
But deep inside, you know that it’s wrong.

Revenge is adrenaline, strength to the bones,
But it soon gives out and will bring forth groans.
For a short time, you will feel revived,
But hold on too long and you won’t have survived.
It may get you through when the times are tough,
But to get you to heaven it won’t be enough.

Jealousy is salt water, it makes you want more,
But unless you give it up it will make you poor.
It makes you despise others, see them as dust,
But what’s really fruitless is your own selfish lust.
You can’t get to heaven by wanting someone’s salvation
If you could wouldn’t it say so in Revelation?

So what makes one rich, and brings forth wealth,
What is the secret to good health?
Love and forgiveness, that’s where the treasure lies,
Be good to people and never despise.
Throw away anger, lay aside strife,
But even this won’t bring eternal life.

There’s only one way, and it isn’t being good,
Though I’m not saying you shouldn’t, cuz you should.
The way is to make Him Savior and Lord,
Do this and be saved from the terror of the sword.
Keep this advice, it will set you free,
And you’ll find yourself happier when you reach eternity.

Joel Dobony has written an adaptation of Psalm 91 in rhyming poetry form. Enjoy!

Psalm 91

By Joel Dobony

We who dwell in the secret place of the Most High God,
Shall in no dark and desolate place begin to trod.
The Lord is my strength and my fortress I will say,
And to Him, I will not cease to pray.

Surely He will deliver me from the fowler’s snare,
And no disease will affect how I fare.
He will cover me with his wings and there I will stay,
His Buckler and shield I will keep every day.

I will not fear what hides at night,
Nor by day what’s hidden from sight.
I will not be afraid of the pestilence,
Nor the destruction that seems immense.

Ten thousand will fall at my right hand,
And a thousand more will cease to stand.
But I will not fear the power of disease,
Nor the plague that made their breathing cease.

I will see with my eyes the wicked’s reward,
How his heart is struck with his own sword.
His angels will protect us from the evils of sin,
They will guard our going out and our coming in.

They will carry us up, we will utter no groan,
They will not allow you to dash your foot against a stone.
You will tread upon the lion and the serpent,
But you will not be hurt not even a dent.

He will protect us for we hold fast to him,
He will deliver us from the evils of sin.
When we call to Him, He will reply,
Those who trust in the Lord will never die.

With long life, they will be satisfied,
And on the wings of salvation, they will ride.

A poem by Joel Dobony

As we look through the stages of the children of God,
We can observe their footsteps and the path they trod.
We can avoid their failures and cling to success,
So we don’t end up in an awful mess.

In the book of Judges we can observe,
The wisdom they forsook and the gods that they served.
Soon, they were on the path to the doom that they deserved.

But, In the midst of affliction they called out to God,
They begged him to free them from the results of the path that they trod.
The Lord forgave them, He didn’t hold a grudge,
And to free them from misery, he sent them a judge.

Free and forgiven, God had heard their plea,
Free from their chains of iniquity.
Their eyes were once again opened and they could see,
I’m sure they were happy, happy as could be.
At once they worshiped and sang praises to God,
He had set them free from the path that they trod.

Once again they forsook wisdom and followed other gods,
The path they so recently deserted, they once again began to trod.
The pattern doesn’t end as they continued to sin,
But each and every time they asked God said You are forgiven.

Often we perceive the Israelites as ignorant or insane,
But if one were to narrate our lives it’d be the same,
Scarred with misery, and marked with pain.
So now let us come and petition to God,
To set us free from the path that we trod.