Thursday, May 26, 2011

Web of Lies

Little garden spider
neatly woven web
foolish one you wait for
to lay upon your bed

Itsy bitsy spider
so small and barely seen
what juicy little morsels
are you hoping to deceive
Harmless looking spider
snare of wicked web
the lies that you have spun there
slowly drain me dead

Creepy crawling spider
evil crouching still
disguised as garden helper
it's you I wish to kill

Patricia Spreng

Genesis 4:7
... sin is crouching at your door; it desires to have you, but you must rule over it.

1 comment:

  1. Hi Patricia, I wanted to circle back and say how much you surprised me with your beautiful poetry... surprised me because perfectionism really is something we need to be lethal with! Wonderful encouragement that speaks uniquely through poetry! Thankful you added it our faith jam, friend!


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