TIGHTROPE

[verseode]

               

                  It is a fine line that we tread
            Between the dark and light
            On a tightrope, just a breeze
            Can send us to our plight
            Thoughts implanted in our brain
            Can send our button finger
            Choosing sites that hurt our Lord
            The longer that we linger.

            It is harmless, so we think
            satan loves our choice
            Contaminates our Christian mind
            Mutes The Spirits voice
            Free will is a funny thing
            We seldom get it right
            So run back to the arms of God
            Thankful and contrite.