The Lucifer Sin

How low do you go
till you find dreams die;
when darkness draws,
and demons pull;
and urge is strong to
flow along?
How low do you go?

How far do you go
before you find: some glow, some spark
that fires your soul?
How far do you go
toward laying down self,
giving up, giving out, giving God his fair shot?
How far do you go?

How fast or slow do you go or stop?
How long do you hang, or wait, or start?
How empty do you get?
How full do you gorge?
How strong do you fight, or languish in regret?
How long do you last the hero's death,
and risk yourself in holding fast,
or the greater risk of folding it in,
and
there the place where Hope floods in?

When do you die to your own desires;
this sin of Lucifer, full of himself?
Will you yield yourself to whispering lies?
"We have our own glory; we are divine,
nothing is greater than imaginative minds."

Yet a knowing placed within our soul
is gifted by our Father; our image is His.
Not the image of Lucifer, who seeks our death.
But, a measure of faith for times like this.

This is mercy- God's yearning delight.
No tactics, no bluffs,
no bargains, no buys.
No river card saves,
lucky stars, nor fates.
No stopping our ticking of time.

Mercy compels us outside our own dreams
where our Savior hovers, covers, redeems.
When we've cried out the panic of losing ourselves and
stretched out our hand in desperate hours;
the Maker re-molds us, a vessel of honor;
reminds us of heaven, our first home,
restores us to Him, our Father and Friend-

and empties the "Lucifer sin."