The problem with pain
is that it strikes again and again.
The value of a good deed
is that no one ever takes heed.
A person full of lies,
makes others to sacrifice.
Sin packs a walloping goad,
like a carcinoma in galloping mode.
When the eyes have no tears to part,
They corrode and bleed from the heart.
The marvelous measure of grace,
can only be from a sacrifice that stays.
No one can lessen the volume of grief
especially when it involves a thief.
The exponential magnitude of sin
is proportional to the
disproportionate ingratitude within.
The true mark of wisdom,
is in total allegiance
to the eternal Kingdom.