The Thief

 The Thief

By: George Bowers

December 2020

There is a wicked thief

That causes bitter grief.

But one we welcome in

To multiply our sin.

It steals the heart and mind,

And leaves emptiness behind.

It robs us of our prayer,

And proliferates our care.

It takes children’s innocence,

And breeds their angry insolence.

It costs us hours of sleep

Or thoughts so rich and deep.

Our purity’s snatched away,

Day by endless day.

It kidnaps Sabbath hours

By its captivating powers.

Holiness is its plunder,

Loss of worship and wonder.

Family time it takes

And arguments it makes.

Its ever incessant pleading

Steals our time for reading.

Our waistlines become swollen,

As our exercise stolen. 

Imagination’s slain

With the heartlessness of Cain.

It’s very plain to see,

This thief is our TV!