Creative Work


Alan Thorimbert, 19

Sin entangles the mind’s objectives
and ensnares the hands.
We so easily lose ourselves
in its beguiling mirages
for it has a cunning beauty,
bereft of pleasure and warmth,
that fades delicately into the shadowy night.
We fearfully fall into its arms,
which we take for love,
only to return,
cold and empty, hungry for life that satisfies.
Sin exaggerates its weightless strength
and fights a war it can never win.
It is a powerless foe
that lies to us, claiming power.
We fear its pallid hands of death,
forgetting that it has been conquered
by the Son, who set his flesh on wood,
poured out his lifeblood to redeem,
and paid the cost of escaping its fiery clutch.
Sin is a lion that devours, but the Lamb has conquered.
Still, so often, we fall prey.

—from devozine (March/April 2014). Copyright © 2014 by The Upper Room®. All rights reserved.

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