The Devil Made Me Do It (A Poem)

I woke up this past Sunday and, instead of getting up and going to church,

I pulled the covers back up over my head.

I had planned on going, honest.

I just felt so comfortable and warm in my bed.

And, I know that’s a lousy excuse

For not seeing my church family and hearing words of wisdom from the pulpit.

All I can say is,

The Devil made me do it.

A couple days ago, I found money some money

It was just laying there on the ground.

I looked to the left and the right

Then picked it up because I didn’t see anyone else around.

A short while later, I saw someone with a charity collection box

I decided not to share my newly-found wealth, not a single bit.

Later, I decided the only explanation for my greed

Was the Devil made me do it.

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A short while ago, I saw a man begging for money on the street.

I didn’t give him a second thought and made sure our eyes never met.

After all, he doesn’t really need to beg

He just doesn’t want to get a job, I bet.

Sure, I could have shown him some kindness

But, that day, that was something my heart wouldn’t permit.

And, it was all because

The Devil made me do it.

This morning, I was standing in front of the bathroom mirror

And found myself disappointed in the man staring back at me.

I found myself feeling guilty

For all the things I did so unapologetically.

So, this next Sunday, I will be going to church.

I will use that time to reflect, confess and ask forgiveness for the sins I chose to commit.

And, do you want to know why?

Because the Devil is making me do it.