snare

Think on

My why

You who

Find peace

In things

That aggravate 

Me.

You know

I will

Someday

Settle with

You

So you

Go on

Mock my

Name.

Fools!

Why do

You think

I let

You get

Away with

These things?

So I

Can have

An example

For these 

Who are

In the

Midst of

A choose.

I easily

Could reach

Out to you

And prove

Myself

But you

Would be

A hindrance,

A snare

To my body.

And even

These I

Put to use

Who find

Their way

For a time

In the truth

But wind up

With you.

Do you

Think all

Who call

Themselves 

Christian

Are like

Me?

Too, like

You

They will

Perish in

Their sins

That my

People would

Day by day

Choose

Me.