Profit and loss – a poem by Alison Wallbank
False profits. Are they like false prophets?
Polishing the Ego whilst tarnishing the Spirit
What will it profit us to gain the whole world?
Such Gross Profit.
Where gold chains become rusty shackles, which bind the soul.
And deceivers weave fear into hearts
And fear feeds greed
And loss and gain become a game……. of forfeit
Promising the world but betraying the Soul
Christ offers a way to sever the links.
The penalty’s already been paid.