Catching Flies.

 You gossip about me with others and you think that I don't know.

You shoot your arrows east and west, but will reap just what you sow.

You laugh with me in front of my face, but stab me in the back.

All the while you think you've won, but class is what you lack.

You chew on hate and spew the seeds, in hope of catching flies.

But what you fail to know, my dear, is your net is full of lies.

Though you gather two by two, to wish that I might fall.

I am protected by the Blood, and the Lord hears me when I call.

If only you would make a choice, to love instead of hate.

The chains that has you bound so tight, would break before too late.

I pray that God might set you free,  so that your eyes would see.

That on the day you give account, the Lord won't tell you, FLEE

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