Poetry - quick sand
Sin is like quicksand::
At first when you step into the sand, You feel fine and you don’t realize that anything is wrong. As you decide to stand upon the sand longer, again it seems as if nothing is happening, but after a while you are stuck in the sand. The longer you stand there, The deeper you go.
By the time you realize that you’re totally stuck, You wish you could call someone to help you, There is a special man in all of our lives, Who is just waiting to hear our plea to him, He will help us out, as long as we promise, Not to go near the quicksand again
::David::
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