How could my love betray me so?
Who knew that trust could lead to woe?
When all that’s left are shattered hearts,
And empty lives are torn apart,
Where does one find the strength to stand,
And who will hold a beggar’s hand?
The wolves that wear the skin of sheep,
Do haunt our dreams and steal our sleep.
They know exactly what they do –
They feed their need through me and you.
They try to hide in friendship’s cloak,
Yet suck us dry until we’re broke.
They raid our lives and stake their claims,
Without a care for who they maim.
With tongues of silver they spin lies,
While darkness dwells behind cold eyes.
So overcome we shed our tears,
As questions do give way to fears:
Are we the ones who bear the blame,
Or simply pawns in this cruel game?
Do we deserve all this and more?
Is that why Pain does knock on doors?
Have we become so void of life,
That we have learned to welcome strife?
15 “Watch out for false prophets. They come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ferocious wolves. – Matthew 7:15
* I will be out-of-town on a mission trip with Boulder County K-Life from Friday, June 14 – Saturday, June 22 and will not be publishing a new post until the following Wednesday.*
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