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TUG OF WAR I feel like a pawn Trapped between God and Satan I have been giving no choice but to Choose between the two As they grab at my soul I feel the wrath growing My heart rips and tears With each tug Every day they tug Tug harder Tug more A tug-of-war They say this is my plight Obey God Heaven is my right Follow Satan . . . burn Yet I am merely the rope Between the two Without hope Without a clue As a woman 1 Timothy 2:12 says I must be silent, subjective Controlled by man 1 Corinthians' 11:7 says Man is the glory of God 1 Corinthians' 11:3 says Man is the head of woman So I not just have two Who tug I have man who Too tugs As a woman I must obey First man Then God As God tugs As Satan tugs As man tugs Like a gang of thugs My soul raped I cannot escape Or please them all My back against the wall Doomed to fall Doomed to fail Doomed to hell By them all Satan will take me This I know As fuel for his fire I will burn below God will only take me If I sin not But under mans control Sin I'm taught So if I am to be controlled by man Then I really don't have a choice As man is the head of woman Silent without a voice So when God said to me Put your relationship with me Above all else even religion . . . tells me All religions are corrupt |
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