Anything that’s at the top will eventually fall.
Lusty men and women seek longingly love’s call.
Many will choose unfaithfulness over gossip, any day.
Pastors loving appearances have little time to pray.
Between two evils why wouldn’t you choose the lesser?
Actors portray ‘if you can’t beat em, join em’ confessor.
Even in the Gospel world, one can dies amidst great harm.
Christ came not “to judge” but to free from fear’s alarm.
All the ways we die for selfish, thoughtless, actions sown.
Love is sacrificial, risking all for the safety of a love known.
Prostitutes are more real and loving than gossipers; it’s true.
Though sin is sin, God notes the heart-motives of what we do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem