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Bumper Crop
by Jan Ackerson Report to Beelzebub: You told me to report to you with regularity, My liegeand so I grovel at your feet And tell youwere experiencing superb prosperity. Quite soon, well harvest souls as ripe as wheat. Weve fertilized the field of souls with cheap vulgarity (If youll allowIll keep the metaphor) And we have found that faithlessness will feed barbarity. A bumper crop is what we have in store! Weve used more subtle methods, toolike insincerity, Which wounded souls soak up. They grow like weeds. Your Lownesswe have also found a similarity: Hypocrisy will nurture bitter seeds. So Luciferplease pardon my familiarity The other imps and I have a request. Wed like to have a bash, enjoy some high hilarity When all the souls are gathered, gleaned, processed. The Redeemer interrupts: Hold on, you little demonlet me speak with clarity. That harvest isnt yourseach souls now free. Ive purchased them with blood, and look! With faith and charity My workers have been gathering them to me. They now enjoy abundant life, my sweet prosperity, Complete with hope and love, fulfillment, too. My blessings rain upon them now, for all posterity, So let them be. Just scamper off now. Shoo! Jan is a Christian who has traveled through sorrow and depression, and has found victory and grace. She dedicates all writings to her Heavenly Father. Check out Jan's website at www.1hundred-words.com Copywrite Jan Ackerson--2006 Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |