Great are the oceans that span the leagues,
And the peaks that press at heaven's gate.
And greatest, the love of Christ for man,
Yet nearly as great is the power of hate.
It hides in the heart of the "Holy,"
The self righteous hypocritical kind.
With claim of God's hand and approval,
To the true love of God ever blind.
Enlisting the power of the tongue,
Satan's demon's, their minions indwell.
The minds of the innocent poison,
To the cheers of all inhabiting Hell.
A cancer born of an unguarded tongue,
With victims whose welfare should rank concern,
Erodes unseen as an ever rising surf,
With lessons instilled that should never be learned.
It's product, tears and broken hearts,
Its motive, deceit, evil, and guile.
His minions strike without remorse,
Blind to the heart and the needs of a child.
But the child is the prey, the soul that they crave.
No concern for her interests is shown.
Her mind they would twist placing truth in the grave.
But to God all their actions are known.