My True Confession

I have a true confession of a fault behind the scenes.

I'm involved with something shady, and I know just what it means

To be filled with guilt and anguish over something that you've done,

And each night I find it hard to sleep as my pain I try to shun.

It started out so sweetly, and the danger wasn't there.

But, as time went by I realized the consequence I bear.

The torture that's involved in this is frightful and quite cruel.

There's an element sadistic in the one who acts the fool.

When demons creep into your life, the awful truth of it

Is the satisfaction it provides, and a lifestyle you can't quit.

Oh! The ecstasy experienced when first that forbidden taste

Propels you to the knowledge of prodigality and waste.

Yes, I'm guilty. And, what's more is I'm addicted to my fate.

This colossal fact is something I abominate and hate.

But, deep down there's this love and joy each time I lose the fight,

For, I must confess, I love the taste of a luscious Snickers Bite.

The Terrible Plight of the In-ear Cell Phone User

            I stood in the doorway and covered my ears.            

The voices that haunt me are back, it appears.

Why do they keep talking? Please leave me alone!

Oh, why did I buy this in-ear cell phone?

People must think I'm crazy. They're starting to stare

As I talk to these voices that loom everywhere!

They're in the supermarkets. They're in the auto shop.

God help me! I think the my head's going to pop!

                                                          

                                                           

  However did this happen? Am I going insane?

The voices just keep on talking even when I refrain.

I asked for a refund from Apple, but NO!

They refused my inquiry and told me to GO!

                                                             

So, I am resolved to believe I've gone mad.

With the voices and laughter, I've definitely had

Enough of this crazy, mind boggling display.

I can bear it no longer!  Please, just take me away!

I Didn't

Yesterday I saw him as he shopped.

I wanted to tell him he's been on my mind,

And I pray for him. I know things have been tough.

I should have offered help in his time of need.

But, I didn't.

I saw her at the doctor's office last week.

She said the tests they ran were many and bleak.

I wanted to tell her Christ is the real hope,

And I should have told her how He rescued me.

But, I didn't.

She called me once again to share her woes.

I rolled my eyes and settled in my chair.

I should have offered to go and hold her hand.

I should have cared enough to do what I can.

But, I didn't.

Life is hard, we suffer with its hardness and cares.

When Jesus gives opportunities to help,

We should be eager to lend a hand.

Our stories of salvation, healing, and hope

Are the words that sometimes lifts a loved one up.

We have so much to offer, our resources to aid,

Our time is better spent with one who hurts.

I should have given my all to help my friends.

But I didn't.