The Gambling Demon Poem by Michael P. Johnson

It starts with just a coin at stake
Till lust has gained its height
How vast great hoards we’d love to make
When gambling demons bite

Many a man has lost his head
Through sums beyond belief
They lie, they steal, some end up dead
To wife and family’s grief

When nothing’s left for buying food
All friends and neighbours squeezed
Still gambling demons must be wooed
And through more bets appeased

In betting shops we stand in queue
Watch wheels and tumblers spin
The state lottery, entices too
Where all would love to win

It’s not on luck that life is based
How high or low the odds
Not on a hand or bet we’ve placed
But on the hand in God’s

Forget the card you could have turned
Forget the dice you’d toss
Great fortune lies when truth is learned
Beneath Salvation’s cross

The Lord will soon be on His way
Just as The Father planned
Tear up your betting slips today
It’s time to take a stand

Why gamble if He’ll come again
Seek now through Christ your cure
Betting is if! True faith is when;
But always! God is sure…