A Close Shave
The misty envelop has now dissolved,
by Domenic Marbaniang
A close shave from a nasty snare.
Amidst wildest wars unresolved,
Salvation from the raving rage.
The doubtful dilemma of deceptive distractions
Has taken up wings and flown away,
The world has expressed its final disapproval,
It can’t accept God’s brand anyway.
My soul takes wings of the eagle
And flies across the open sky,
It beholds the world of humanity entangled
In lusts of flesh and lusts of eyes.
Also, pride haunts the heart of humans,
Nay, say hunts them on the deadly trail.
It pounces and falls on the souls of such persons
That turn away, misled, into the path of hades.
But, save these from the fire,
Mark this as your cause,
Seek first God’s chief desire,
And you shall suffer no loss.
“Seek ye first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added unto you.” Matt.6.33