Dexsta Ray Jr.
The Trap And Deceptions (Offense) - Poem by Dexsta Ray Jr.
The greek word for 'offend'
In Luke seventeen one
Comes from that root word...
This'd originally advert to the part of the trap
Like if you were going to fish
Where the larvae'd attach
This word signifies the use of a nuse
Net, ruse, concrete boots... inveiglement too
It's a tool of entrapment from satan
Paul instructed young Timothy
He practically stated...
That a servant of the Lord mustn't quarrel
And able to display humility reclaiming assailants
If that God will grant repentance
So they may know the
They may come back to their senses
Like the prodigal child
Awakening to their conditions
Yea... the Father'd be
And we don't know that we are spewing out
More bitter than pure!
But if a soul is being deceived then it's vision's obscured
It doesn't matter what he sees...
He believes and is sure
That everything he does is clean and cannot see it's a lure
Dead wrong but still he'll have you thinking
There's a logical excuse for all the
Wicked things we're saying
No matter the scenario... there is always two sections
Those who have been treated wrongly and the ones who suspect it
The first group may have proof but the second one's guessing
Unless they have some information that was not copacetic
Or if it circumstantiated but their vision was slanted
Either way... we end up hurt with some
It's my prayer that God's Word will light the eyes
To see our true conditions and be
Free of satan's lies...
Don't let a false suspicion take position with some pride
Causing meaningless dissension... being offended is a wile of satan
It's like a way to lure you in to do his will
Just pray... don't take offense and God said be still
I don't write to bash, criticize or put anyone down
For if a person feels as such... that is just a trick of satan
Let's see through satan's traps and deception
Much love to all
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