Visit from Avarice
Visit from Avarice
by Joel Howard
Avarice
Blamed
Cupidity came
"Do no
Evil," this
Fiend proclaimed;
Glanced
His
Ill-meant eyes;
Jeered to
Kill inside;
Lust of
More
Neediness arise: "You
Owe me!"
Punched his words
Quenching then his thirst,
Ridiculed me first;
Satan, you're the worst!
Tell thee, little liar
Under Christ's design:
Vanquished now your pride!
Willingly I defy:
Excommunicated you be
Yes, before me, flee!
Zeal for Christ replace thee!
