A poem Of The Greatest Novel

                       A DEADLY DANCE
Arms locked in arms; the church has fallen for the world.
While the music of near-doom plays, both dancers have forgotten the word.
This dance is not love, this fondness is not trust.
One is vulnerable, the other is becoming unbeatable.

Oh! Who can save her from this deadly dance?
Will she hear the Jesus-pass?
Has she forgotten her first love?
Can she remember the Lords voice?

No joys can this partner offer.
Let her stop this dance and reach for her muffler.
Its time to go church, also pick up your sandal.
The door is open forth, you need a revival.
This poem is written by
Daniel C. Kings