Spurned
Her lack of faith is now a tragedy.
A branch has fallen from the living vine.
God’s whispers to her heart so urgently.
But she invents excuses to decline.
She rock-and-rolls, does drugs so recklessly
And sweeps her problems ‘neath the rug to
hide—
In the guise of escaping misery,
reflecting coldness of her day and time.
While God desires to add joy to her life,
She dances with the devil and his strife.
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