The Hypocrite’s Sonnet

Beginning, after the innocence,
Sight amidst true light evanesces,
Inheriting snow felled by willfulness,
Wooed through kisses of melting excesses.

Each kiss a lie yet imperceptible,
Beguiled by the roamer, the lion,
Presenting judgment irresistible,
Drying the limbs of engrafted scions.

But fierce is the mercy of His design!
He is the Supreme Ambush Predator!
Awakening the conscious, free will dare dines,
To eat the Son’s body as an inheritor.

Dry limbs grow green through what Christ accomplished,
Our True Lion now roars, “IT IS FINISHED!”

by Chris Clody

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