Your Choice, My Voice Poem by John Sensele

Shirk shrouds of shame
If you should play my game
Heightening habits and tidbits that glorify God's name.

Share my desire to fan the fire
Controlling by design the ire
That your regression and suppression inspire.

Shout for joy when your gratitude improves
By leaps and bounds mollifying gregarious grooves
That inject loftier attitudes into your mundane moves.

Shower on your lover presents she deserves
If your best interests she serves
As long as you don't harm her preserves

Now that you know my Biblical brand
In no uncertain terms I want you to understand
In case you thought you knew not my salient stand

In view of the dynamic dose of doubt
I perceive with concern in the pout
You project, misunderstanding the power in my spiritual spout.