Deceived

Satan was beautiful,
Reflecting the Most High,
But Satan FELL in love with himself,
The beginning, his soul to die,
Satan became ugly,
Only God could see,
That Satan was, after all, deceived.

Man was beautiful,
Reflecting the Most High,
But man FELL in love with himself,
The beginning, his soul to die,
Man became ugly,
And, only God could see,
Man was, also, after all, deceived.

Another man was beautiful,
Reflecting the Most High,
Offering, in love, Himself,
Through blood, pain and cries,
Wounds, mutilated flesh,
No loveliness for the common eye,
This man was, after all, despised.

Satan rejoicing,
Satan planning,
His victory complete,
Relishing inwardly,
Thinking secretly,
Man's ultimate defeat.

But Satan roams in darkness,
His eyes always on himself,
Unable to acknowledge reality,
Where true glory dwells.

If for just a moment,
Man would lift his eyes,
To see a new light reflecting,
The glory of the Most High,
He would hear HIS soul shouting,
"Wake up, O sleeper, from the dead,
New life has been given to you
Now, be born again!"

Yes, Satan is clever,
In this way, he often leads,
But this, must be remembered,
To deceive, is, after all, to be deceived!