Double Minded Man

A double minded man is unstable in all his ways,
His trials and tribulations shall rule his nights and days.
Like the sea driven by the winds and tossed,
His very own soul will be his final cost.
He wants to be a Christian,yet he remains in his sin,
Always putting on a Godly form, yet dying from within.
He thinks it’s ok to live this way,for God does forgive.
Not knowing which way, he’s really suppose to live!
He worships God with his tongue, yet serves the devil by heart,
He’s Always going back and forth,for he never knows his part.
For repenting of your wrongs means from them turn away,
And if you don’t then double minded shall you stay.
Serve either God or yourself, which now do you choose?
A double minded man in all his ways shall lose!
A double minded man shall always do what he shouldn’t do,
And the things that he should, he can never follow through!

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