I am slipping it ever so gentle
‘Round men and their plans, you see.
‘Round projects so seemingly worthy
Hah! The net that will draw them to me!
I cut them some slack for endeavour,
For good deeds at no paltry price.
And men will speak well of the effort
Of service that disregards Christ.
Oh yes, I have serfs in the gutter
Who roll in the mud and morass.
But happier am I at the praises
These do-gooders hear as they pass.
They think they are earning right-standing.
Exactly with whom they’re not sure.
And meanwhile my net has been tightening
It will, when their motives aren’t pure.
(Apollyon in the Greek means Destroyer)
Doug Blair, Waterloo, Ontario