The moment we let evil find our nod,
A shadow falls where love once brightly shone,
We stray from paths where saints and prophets trod,
And turn from God to stand with sin alone.
His love, a flame that bids us seek the good,
Grows dim when we embrace what He abhors,
Our hearts, approving wrong, reject what could
Have kept us safe within His sacred doors.
For love divine recoils from wicked cheer,
It cannot dwell where darkness gains a voice,
The choice to praise what’s vile brings judgment near,
A self-made chain forged by a rebel’s choice.
To walk in God is love’s unyielding call,
But evil’s nod begins our bitter fall.