My Lie

I told a lie Now I want only to die, That piece of untruth, became my fruit With it I must now forever lie. I had planted a seed In which hatred will now feed, When I go to bed, it won't leave my head Oh sin, I had freed. I had kept a lie It's falsehood I would not deny, It created hate, from which others ate Now, I want only to cry. That one lie became other lies They out numbered the flies, I caused pain, so in character I could gain Now a Devil is my true guise. I will now die I am still haunted and cursed by that lie, Suffering I had created, when I hated Now, I must look into God's eye. Randy L. McClave