Devious to devour, devises the carnal mind, Persuasive, cunning thoughts, therein, did I find. “Yea, hath God said…?” Whispered that ol’ dragon in red.

Premeditating disaster, contemplating the Master, I mused—in high hopes—facing Satan’s junction, Where veering off the slopes of God’s Instruction.

Ascending amid turbulence, aboard a fallen flight, I hearkened—in suspense—to that angel of ligh...