Says The Father To His Children - Visitor's Poem

by Pranitha Devi Wickins
(PMB, Kwazulu Natal, SA)

My child I cannot understand
The reason for your anguish
Your refusal to take my hand
Your strange determination to perish

Unnecessary burdens you carry
Your decisions and actions created
There’d be no reason to worry
If the choices you face are rated.

I’ve created you with love
With purpose and with talents
Your needs are addressed by your Father above
yet your wants seem to tip the balance

Take a moment in you day
And think about your gift
How have you used it, what did you say?
Was it easier to just quit?

Each positive goal you attain
Brings you a step closer to me
Your step becomes Satan’s claim
If paid with the ultimate fee.

Listen closely to my spirit
I’m always in your presence
Teaching and guiding every day
You have my fullest assurance

But I sit on one end
Of the fork in the road
And just around the corner
Is Satan's abode

We are your journey's end
The destination of your travels
I left you a precious friend
Be guided from the devil.

P.D.W.