The best remains our desire but the fire that sends our feet and hands to the worst keeps burning
Sometimes, our hearts get connected to the holies, but from nowhere an asp lets in a venom drop
We train our minds and hearts to be fit soldiers for His army but then we quit once the snares invite
We almost cried the other day to be saved from this wretched cloak of a body but we seem to love it too
The battle remains fierce the more we choose to keep moving up,
A forward step is met with the threat to quit moving,
The desire to give in seems foolishly reasonable,
We dwell there and deem progress arduous,
The highway robber grabs our joys,
He plants a fast-growing seed,
A seed of fear,
It crowds all our self-worth and faith and teaches us that we can’t do right.
Who will answer with an arm strong enough to slay this liar?