The earth is full of snares and lies,
My child, my child, my fragile child,
With many dreams that take your eyes –
My child, my child, be true.
The path is wide, the road feels smooth,
My child, my child, my trusting child,
Yet easy roads evade the truth –
My child, my child, be wise.
The Devil wears a friend’s disguise,
My child, my child, unknowing child,
And sweetly sings as your soul dies;
My child, he will trap you.
But if, my child, you take refuge,
In me, my child, beloved child,
From subtlest snare to swift deluge,
You will pass safely by.
Published by Matthew Pullar
Teacher, writer, blogger, husband, father, Christian. Living in Wyndham in Melbourne's west, on the land of the Kulin Nation. Searching for words to console and feed hearts and souls.
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What a divine lullaby.
Here in the US, we celebrate Thanksgiving Day tomorrow. One of the things for which I am thankful is the uplifting and engaging poetry I have found here. I praise God for your work!