The Master Ring
In ancient times, inside a treasure was a ring
It was known us the master ring or the ruling king
It was made of the finest pure gold
When worn it became an extension of one’s soul
It was made to control one’s thoughts and intentions
It was built to master one’s deeds and discretions
The ring always satisfies a wish
It must be a wise wish, not selfish
Once the ring is out of one’s possession
One becomes vulnerable to demonic suppression
Used selfishly it pressed painfully upon the finger
Worn frequently one becomes a spiritual figure
Our conscience is just like the master ring
It drives us to respond to our king
It directs and regulates our emotion
It is the key to a dynamic devotion
When we do act selfishly it presses against our soul
To listen to our conscience should be our ultimate goal
When we do right it gives peace within our hearts
When we obey it convicts and imparts
Now the purpose of the commandments is love from a pure heart, from a good conscience, and from a sincere faith- 1Timothy 1:5
Copyright © Gideon Foli | Year Posted 2013
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