Is stealing pennies ardent sin?
Does God see murder worse?
Can liars hope life’s crown to win
And flee from Heaven’s curse?
What makes the act of stealing wrong?
What curse can lying bring?
Could such be not the devil’s song?
We to our neighbours sing
To love our neighbour’s not a choice
It’s God’s command on high
Did not five thousand hear Love’s voice?
Before He came to die
So we who walk the devil’s path
Drive nails in Jesus hand
Igniting thus The Father’s wrath
To burn our wayward land
Regardless of each cunning guise
However sweet it’s smell
However good we tell our lies
Sin’s destination’s hell
So now it can be no surprise
If God would close life’s gates
For sin is sin within His eyes
And sin we know He hates
Yet God The King of endless love
Our Lord enthroned in flame
Invites through Christ each child above
Who yet repents of shame
Best seek The Lord whilst yet there’s time
Show neighbours love and care
Turn all our backs to wanton crime
So life will be our share
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem