John Mitchell

April 30, 2024

Bruises

The bruises of affliction
Purposed for good.
Satan’s tool,
Temptation:
Only the Lamb withstood.
Sin is poison
Its end the grave—
It promises pleasure
But makes many a slave.
Enticed by desire,
Egged on by deceit:
Intentions hidden,
Sin tastes
Bittersweet.

About John Mitchell

I can trace my love for reading and writing poetry back to my earliest days listening to my parents read the Psalms to me as a child. And to my parents, I owe a great debt.