| Egg Of Sin |
| We don’t normally have poetry, other than the 1st Tuesday of the month. However, I came across a piece, written some years ago by a poetess by the name of Elisabeth Byland, and thought it was worth passing on: |
| That little sin you’ve sought to hide, |
| And thought nobody knew it, |
| May grow to such a monstrous size, |
| You’ll wish at first you slew it! |
| So when you find an egg of sin, |
| Left temptingly around, |
| Smash the awful thing at once, |
| Lest with it you are found! |
| For if you hold it close to you, |
| The thing may incubate, |
| And when you want to turn it loose, |
| Then it may be too late! |
| “Every man is tempted, when he is drawn away of his own lust, and enticed. Then when lust hath conceived, it bringeth forth sin: and sin, when it is finished, bringeth forth death” (James 1:14-15). |