A Poem: The Devil Offered Me Money

Since being married I have seen and heard horrible things done in the name of money, and evil men have made attempts towards me with offers of cash. As it happened again recently, I found myself thinking of how the Devil uses money like a carrot on a stick. Do I have need of money? Of course, and in this economy, who doesn't? When I consider money, I think if I could retire my mother, and help my family, and still live decently all will be well, but that is the trick of Satan. Money can be taken as quickly as it is given, and even Job lost the majority of his family in one fell swoop. Those whom I love, have as much of a promise of the next second in this life as I do. This world is a shadow of pain, constantly surrounded by the angel of death. Death and I go way back, and I know how it tricks people into believing it is their friend when it is a curse. I find irony that as I see the hand of Christ giving life, I see the hand of death is always ever present. I do not know if I will be on this earth on the day of the Lord, but I am assured that whether I live until then or not, Christ is my Savior, and I will see that death with all of sins vices are no more. I have written a poem in regards of these thoughts:

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The Devil offered me money, 

if I would agree to play his game,

I suffer on earth, but have no need,

For Jesus is my gain

God Bless,

~Mrs. Sarchet~