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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.