WHAT'S NEXT?

The marriage is dead
There's nothing left
Bitterness and hurt
Are guilty of theft
...Roommates...
Though sharing a bed
No sex for months
The desire is dead
Men are visual
That much is true
But I don't get aroused
When I look at you
Parading around
In sexy lingerie
Used to fill my head
With thoughts of foreplay
But not anymore
That's all in the past
A "marriage" like this
Surely won't last
You stay out late
I really don't care
Are you working late
Or having an affair
No concern of mine
I could really care less
You're nothing to me
But disappointment and stress
...Forgive me Lord...
This just isn't right
I know I'm wrong
But too tired to fight
...Bitterness...
Has stolen my drive
So the marriage is dead
No longer alive
I've given up
The opposite of bliss
Totally focused
On the things I miss
Holding hands
The thrill of romance
No music needed
For a private dance
Buying you gifts
Candy and flowers
Looking in your eyes
Talking for hours
...Those days are gone...
Should you be too
I'll wait on God
To tell me what to do

Cornelius

PROOF POSITIVE

Your wife won't cheat
That's not your concern
But why is your manhood
Starting to burn
She's wrapped around
Your little finger
But that burning sensation
Continues to linger
But you're convinced
She'd never cheat
Always described
As innocent and sweet
Active in church
She's on the PTA
Never raises her voice
Instead chooses to pray
You didn't see it
But now realize
The woman you married
Wears a disguise
She meets your needs
After sex you're tired
But there's another man
Keeping her inspired
Sleeping with you
But thinking of him
This affair isn't something
She conceived on a whim
You neglected her
Year after year
Now you're confronted
With your greatest fear
She's in check
Or so you thought
You found the receipts
For the items she bought
Sexy lingerie
A few sex toys
Hotel stays
You were out with the boys
So many receipts
Tucked away in a shoe
A bank statement proves
She's keeping cash from you
Her own account
She leads a double life
He calls her "lover"
You call her "wife"
You feel so stupid
Never picked up on clues
But here's the proof
Hidden in her shoes
Who would've guessed
She has so many pairs
But these special shoes
Are ones she never wears
That being said
The truth is now out
Your wife is cheating
There is no doubt
You stand in shock
Thinking this can't be
But you have the receipts
...And your STD


Cornelius

SATAN'S GIFTS

Satan is very crafty
He knows just what to do
Find your deepest desires
And present them to you
Most search for love
So he finds you a mate
Casual conversation
Soon leads to a date
Blinded by "love"
You quickly fall into sin
Compromise after compromise
Satan scores another win
It's not just the Singles
It affects the Married's too
When "for better or for worse"
Takes its toll on you
Teenagers as well
That curious generation
Schools are fertile ground
Saturated with temptation
Everyone seeks love
But is that what they find
It's just smoke and mirrors
It's just Satan being kind
It's just one of his gifts
Wrapped especially for you
Only God offers love
That's completely tried and true
Do you desire success
Or is it the love of money
It's just another diversion
That Satan thinks is funny
Whatever you desire
Satan can surely provide
But it won't be love
You'll be blinded by pride
In Luke chapter four
Verses five through seven
Satan tries to make a deal
To keep Jesus from Heaven
He offered Jesus the world
The very thing He came to save
But He would have to bow down
And become Satan's slave
But Jesus was wise
He was fasting to prepare
He declined the gift
Leaving Satan in despair
But will we be ready
When the gifts are presented
If we haven't been
It's time we repented

Cornelius