(A Poetic Lament – Mark 4:3-8, 18-19)
Tendrils wrapping around tender shoots like a boa constrictor.
Squeezing spiritual life from lungs.
Gasping for air while grasping to this world’s goods.
Unwilling to let go and fight for life.
Dragged into the swamp of materialism and comfort.
Sacrificing faithfulness for temporal pleasures.
Ending in an eternal grave of apostasy.
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