Sin

[Tye#2]

It's the pool of sin

so, come on in

take of your shirt

what could it hurt

come have a seat

please, wet your feet

and if you should

feel so good

come again

to the pool of sin

come now follow me

why not, for you it's free

go on take a swim

sorry, the lights are dim

we don't like light

but, I promise not to bite

what's your pleasure

find your treasure

it's the pool of sin

So, come on in

The door is alays open

here at the pool of sin

So, don't be afraid

to have a seat in the shade

Or, have a little fun

please, don't shun

there will be regrete

but, I'll just bet

that won't stop you

from doing what you do

Have a blast

it won't last

but, you will come again

to the pool of sin

Why doesn't matter

you'll still climb down that latter

After all we knew Paul

It's the sin of your choice

but, ignore His voice

Or, els you'll have to go

until once again we'll say, hello

and you're welcome to stay

this is what I mean when I say

It's the pool of sin

so, come on in

This is a poem that I wrote a few years back. I get a tickle out of reading it in a dark mysterious voice, but it's real. Sin is real and it's no laughing matter either. You know the Bible says:

Matthew 26:28 For this is my blood of the new testament, which is shed for many for the remission of sins.

We all know that Christ died for our sins. What I want to know is do we really try to remember that? I mean getting through a day is like a scourging for me. My flesh, oh how I hate my flesh! Is anyone out there relating to what I'm saying?

[cjrose]

It's the pool of sin

so, come on in

take of your shirt

what could it hurt

come have a seat

please, wet your feet

and if you should

feel so good

come again

to the pool of sin

come now follow me

why not, for you it's free

go on take a swim

sorry, the lights are dim

we don't like light

but, I promise not to bite

what's your pleasure

find your treasure

it's the pool of sin

So, come on in

The door is alays open

here at the pool of sin

So, don't be afraid

to have a seat in the shade

Or, have a little fun

please, don't shun

there will be regrete

but, I'll just bet

that won't stop you

from doing what you do

Have a blast

it won't last

but, you will come again

to the pool of sin

Why doesn't matter

you'll still climb down that latter

After all we knew Paul

It's the sin of your choice

but, ignore His voice

Or, els you'll have to go

until once again we'll say, hello

and you're welcome to stay

this is what I mean when I say

It's the pool of sin

so, come on in

This is a poem that I wrote a few years back. I get a tickle out of reading it in a dark mysterious voice, but it's real. Sin is real and it's no laughing matter either. You know the Bible says:

Matthew 26:28 For this is my blood of the new testament, which is shed for many for the remission of sins.

We all know that Christ died for our sins. What I want to know is do we really try to remember that? I mean getting through a day is like a scourging for me. My flesh, oh how I hate my flesh! Is anyone out there relating to what I'm saying?

That has to be the most simplistic understandable yet read between the lines darkest poem I've related to. Meaning simplistic, as a Christian I knew right away it is the serpent and temptation, understandable because I am a believer and I have discernment, and dark because it is so intimate with the truth of temptation and satan that it brought tears to my eyes. If you don't mind I need to have a copy of this, would you mind? It's well.. beyond words how you wrote it. Great job.

[Tye#2]

It's the pool of sin

so, come on in

take of your shirt

what could it hurt

come have a seat

please, wet your feet

and if you should

feel so good

come again

to the pool of sin

come now follow me

why not, for you it's free

go on take a swim

sorry, the lights are dim

we don't like light

but, I promise not to bite

what's your pleasure

find your treasure

it's the pool of sin

So, come on in

The door is alays open

here at the pool of sin

So, don't be afraid

to have a seat in the shade

Or, have a little fun

please, don't shun

there will be regrete

but, I'll just bet

that won't stop you

from doing what you do

Have a blast

it won't last

but, you will come again

to the pool of sin

Why doesn't matter

you'll still climb down that latter

After all we knew Paul

It's the sin of your choice

but, ignore His voice

Or, els you'll have to go

until once again we'll say, hello

and you're welcome to stay

this is what I mean when I say

It's the pool of sin

so, come on in

This is a poem that I wrote a few years back. I get a tickle out of reading it in a dark mysterious voice, but it's real. Sin is real and it's no laughing matter either. You know the Bible says:

Matthew 26:28 For this is my blood of the new testament, which is shed for many for the remission of sins.

We all know that Christ died for our sins. What I want to know is do we really try to remember that? I mean getting through a day is like a scourging for me. My flesh, oh how I hate my flesh! Is anyone out there relating to what I'm saying?

That has to be the most simplistic understandable yet read between the lines darkest poem I've related to. Meaning simplistic, as a Christian I knew right away it is the serpent and temptation, understandable because I am a believer and I have discernment, and dark because it is so intimate with the truth of temptation and satan that it brought tears to my eyes. If you don't mind I need to have a copy of this, would you mind? It's well.. beyond words how you wrote it. Great job.

Thank you for the confirmation that I so desperately needed that I do in fact have a gift at writting poetry. God has told me many times to write a book and until now I never had the confidence to do so. No, please help yourself! My work is for the glory of God I would never dream of taking a dime for it.

[cjrose]

Thank you for the confirmation that I so desperately needed that I do in fact have a gift at writting poetry. God has told me many times to write a book and until now I never had the confidence to do so. No, please help yourself! My work is for the glory of God I would never dream of taking a dime for it.

Thank you. Truly a gift you should definately pursue and your humblness is quite admirable and I ask God to Bless you in developing more of these most profound words given to you by the Glory of God.

Peace

[Chelsea7]

Awesome poem, and yes sin consumes, and destroys.

[Joshua-777]

Been here again and again

swimming in the pool of sin

Pleasure was a good friend

Showing me where fun begins

Clouded mind I couldn't see

Sin is only death in the end

Broken, brused I now bleed

Long term pain of this friend

Theres got to be a better way

In filth I long to be clean

My sins where ones price to pay

And his blood is clearly seen

Jesus payed my transgressions

Gave his life show me truth

Now he is my direction

In his love he pulls me through

Awesome poem man, I loved it, you seriously did an amazing job on this.