<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421552" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lot In Sodom</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How hurtful was the choice of Lot,<br>Who took up his abode<br>Because it was a fruitful spot<br>With them who feared not God! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A pris'ner he was quickly made,<br>Bereaved of all his store;<br>And, but for Abraham's timely aid,<br>He had returned no more. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet still he seemed resolved to stay<br>As if it were his rest;<br>Although their sins from day to day<br>His righteous soul distressed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Awhile he stayed with anxious mind,<br>Exposed to scorn and strife;<br>At last he left his all behind,<br>And fled to save his life. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In vain his sons-in-law he warned,<br>They thought he told his dreams;<br>His daughters too, of them had learned,<br>And perished in the flames. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His wife escaped a little way,<br>But died for looking back:<br>Does not her case to pilgrims say,<br>Beware of growing slack? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yea; Lot himself could ling'ring stand,<br>Though vengeance was in view;<br>'Twas mercy plucked him by the hand,<br>Or he had perished too. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The doom of Sodom wilt be ours<br>If to the earth we cleave;<br>Lord quicken all our drowsy pow'rs,<br>To flee to thee and live.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Newton">John Newton</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421552" data-title="Lot In Sodom de John Newton" data-description="How hurtful was the choice of Lot, Who took up his abode Because it was a fruitful spot With them who feared not God! A pris'ner he was quickly made, Bereaved of all his store; And, but for Abraham's timely aid, He had returned no more. Yet st..."></div> </div> </div>

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