A little thought
entered my mind,
it caught me by surprise
And as it lingered
there a bit
a stirring did arise
Slow at first,
so as not to jolt,
feelings began to brew
Then almost imperceptibly
a storm
of passion grew
The thought
though harmless
seemed at first,
too late I recognized
As fiery dart
from crafty foe,
my enemy disguised
Awakening too
slow at first,
to see the sneak attack
I struggled hard
to arm myself,
regretting much my lack
The sound of battle
grew amid
the chaos of the din
A storm of thoughts
with feelings mixed
enticing me to sin
I’d sure have failed
left to myself,
but one clear voice I heard
“See here the way
escape my son”,
His true and faithful word
Though weakened by
the front assault,
I took hold of the sword
As Spirit spoke
within my heart
that quick and powerful word
New faith was born
from what I heard,
my shield I raised and lo
The fiery darts
were quenched at once
and visible my foe
A lesson learned
from this short tale,
more sober now to live
And never through
neglect a chance
the enemy to give
Those little thoughts
that enter soft
might deadly soon become
So help me Jesus
captives make
of each and every one
~Alan
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