by Clara Cavin Kleinpeter
I watched a movie the other day
The title was "The Portrait of Dorian Gray"
'Tis true he was handsome and pleasing to see
But full or vanity and arrogance was he.
He thought to himself that he should go find
An artist to capture his beauty sublime.
So off he went on a search the next day
And all through the town he made his way.
Now, just any old artist would never do
For Dorian was most particular about who
Would be given the honor of painting his face,
For he knew it would hang in a prominent place.
He wanted all of the world to see
How handsome he was at age twenty-three.
But Dorian was not a good person to any,
He was cruel and deceitful, his enemies many.
After posing for months and months on end
The portrait was finished and shown to him.
"Oh," said Dorian, "I wish I could stay
As young and handsome as I am today."
Scarcely had the words been spoken aloud
When Satan appeared By his side in a cloud.
"I can grant you your wish" Dorian heard him say,
"And you can easily afford the price you must pay."
Excited and anxious for his wish to come true
Dorian told Satan he was willing to do
Whatever it took if he could always stay
Just as he was on that fateful day.
Satan told Dorian, with a gleam in his eye,
That payment wasn't due until the day he died.
And when that day came, be it sooner or later,
His soul was the cost required for this favor.
Well, Dorian was young and thought nothing of dying.
It's the now and the present for which he was vying.
So Dorian made a pact with the devil to be
Young and handsome for all eternity.
Feeling smug and quite pleased with himself,
He took the portrait home and placed it on a shelf
He displayed it as a treasure for all to view
For none was more handsome, that Dorian knew!
He admiringly gazed at his portrait each day
But noticed it changing in a peculiar way.
For some reason the portrait was etched with lines
Making him look older and less handsome with time.
He scratched his head and wondered why
His portrait was changing right before his eye.
He didn't know that with each evil deed
His portrait reflected the true man indeed.
Not wanting to see the ugly side of himself,
He took the portrait down from its prominent shelf
And up to the attic he took it that day,
Where he found a dark corner and hid it away.
As he grew older, he remained the same,
Young and handsome and oh so vain.
But every dirty deed that Dorian did
Was reflected in the portrait that he kept hid.
He finally figured out what was causing the change
But couldn't admit that he was to blame.
So he kept the portrait out of sight,
Hidden in the attic where there was no light.
After many years, he took one last look
And was appaled and shocked at the toll his sins took.
He couldn't bear to gaze on the face
That once was so handsome, but now a disgrace.
He covered his eyes as he fell to the floor,
Weeping and wailing and knowing for sure
That his soul was damned and to Hell it would go
Where his torment would last for evermore.
As the movie ended, I pondered this thought:
Does our soul bear the sins that we have wrought?
Do we only show others what we want them to see?
If God really knows all, how can He love me?
As the answer came, I felt great relief.
I remembered Christ loved even the thief
Who was hung on a cross to die for his crime...
And I know Jesus died for your sins and mine.
Just as the thief was forgiven that day
When he asked for forgiveness and heard Jesus say,
"Today you'll be with me in paradise."
We're completely forgiven, snow white in His eyes.
How thankful I am to know I'm forgiven...
To have the assurance of eternity in Heaven.
My sins washed away By the Blood of the Lamb,
To know that His child, and forever, I am.