Poem -

"Spirit to Sustain Us"

This World of Today is Only Our Test
To Prepare One for True Living,so Learning to have Faith is Always Best.
For One to Be without Faith is to Only Live in a Lie
Faith is from the Lord's Hand,therefore it's the Lord Some Deny.
The many Things of the Devil Seem so easy to Comprehend
But the Truth is not with Him,for it's Not Him that Jah Sends.
Satan is the Great Pretender,He Pretends to Satisfy One's Needs
To put Him in the Lord's Garden,He Will No Doubt Produce Only Weeds.
The Way of the Most High is Clearly Established in Righteousness
Anything that Satan Touch,Will Always Be Filth and a Mess.
Some are Quick to say that They won't Do Wrong Anymore
When Almighty Jah Grants more Mercy Yes,They Do Even Worse than Before.
The Devil and His many Ways put Many Beings on the Spot
Which Will Leave One Searching for Cool,Only to Find it's getting Hot.
Every One of His Ways are Plentiful Snares and Traps
Satan is Proud and Boastful,but He Fleeth Jah's Thunder Claps.
The Many that Do follow Him Will Witness He Will let Down
If Most High Jah is not to One's Taste,Surely Won't get off the Ground.
What the Lord of Hosts Giveth is Our Inner-Man
So when Satan say We can't,Almighty Jah Seh We Can.
Remember All Beings,with Faith in Jah We All can Trust
Jah's Truth is the Food Yes,for the Spirit to Sustain Us!  Amen
 

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