Desire has the power to make sin appear beautiful, wrapping it in golden allure and masking its true nature. It whispers promises of pleasure, fulfillment, and success, making what is forbidden seem irresistibly sweet. Like a shimmering illusion, sin can dazzle the eyes and captivate the heart, leading one to believe that its rewards outweigh its costs.
Yet beneath the gilded surface, sin remains what it has always been—destructive, deceitful, and empty. No matter how brilliantly it shines, its touch corrodes the soul, leaving behind only regret and ruin. What seemed like treasure in the moment turns to dust in the hands, slipping away like sand in the wind.
The story of humanity echoes this truth, from Eve in the garden to the countless hearts deceived by fleeting desires. What looks like gold is often fool’s gold—glittering but worthless, drawing the soul into bondage instead of blessing.
True fulfillment does not come from the deceptive glow of sin, but from the eternal light of truth. While desire may paint sin in gold, only righteousness brings lasting joy, and only God’s grace can restore what sin seeks to destroy.
Desire paints with strokes of gold,
A tale of bliss, a lie retold.
It whispers soft, it calls by name,
And wraps the heart in fleeting flame.
Its glow is bright, its touch is sweet,
A promise laid at wandering feet.
Yet underneath the shining hue,
Lies dust and ash where dreams undo.
What seemed like treasure, rich and rare,
Turns hollow in the open air.
For sin adorned in golden thread,
Still leads the soul where hope lies dead.
Eve once gazed, her hands held tight,
A fruit that gleamed with borrowed light.
Yet one small bite, and all was lost,
A golden dream at endless cost.
For fleeting pleasures fade to dust,
And jewels of sin are laced with rust.
But those who seek the narrow way,
Will find a crown that won’t decay.
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