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 firey 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 firey 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
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