The Preacher Poem by Ima Ryma

To live a good life is my goal.
I read the Bible ev'ry day
In hope that I can save my soul.
And then a preacher comes my way,
And knows the Bible inside out,
And preaches to me oh so well.
This preacher must know truth no doubt,
And holds me under such a spell.
The preacher convinces that I
Must think and do what I feel wrong.
Though I feel I am preached a lie,
With the preacher I go along.

The devil does cite Bible verse
To turn soul better into worse.