Deceptive
thoughts that trick the mind
Like
flies caught in a spider’s web
Try
hard to shake its silken grip
Before
its venom strikes it dead.
How
subtle is this rude disguise
Intriguing
lures that bate their prey
While
scintillating to the eye
Dark
shades of night eclipse the day.
Yet
that is how a habit forms
In
innocence we take the bate
By
first enduring then embrace
A
slave to what we later hate.
In
this imprisoned wilderness
Like
blowing winds that blind the eye
The
only path through desert storm
Is
taking flight above the sky.
The
Pilot comes to rescue all
Who
in repentance take His hand
For
freedom is the promise made
Who
in Christ's victory take their stand.
--B.
Pent
