So frail and weak is the mind.
Each time temptation haunts
The end result is so predictable.
Wavering thoughts rock back and forth,
Like driftwood in the sea
During an autumn storm.
Once the driftwood washes ashore,
It remains there in the sand lifeless and dead
Decaying with no purpose.
The dampness begins to seep out,
Just as joy and happiness
Disappear at the sound of sad news.
With no moisture to create life,
The pain of the choices made
Leave the soul empty and cold.
But, with outstretched hand,
There is One who can fill souls
With the water of life.
The willing choose to accept His hand,
And the One yields His forgiving power,
Pointing the way toward freedom.
Just as the clouds rain down,
The empty void in the soul is replenished
With delight and bliss.
Even the driftwood takes on life,
As the tide rolls in with its power
And draws it back into the sea.
The feelings of sorrow and grief
Are replaced by tears of joy
And the sun burns away the grey clouds.
Once again temptation is left back on the shore,
And a new uncharted journey takes place
With no dry sand holding it back.
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