In my moments of temptation
or when a teaser's sent to play,
give me one good reason
to turn the other way.
When I'm angry at your perspective
and it's more than I can bear,
give me one good reason
to maintain my solemn swear.
A million thoughts colliding,
there's chaos in my mind.
Nothing is true that was true
fifteen minutes behind.
Finally it boils down
when all truth is negated,
and "did He really say...?"
is what's left to be debated.
I recall in an instant
the first of man's rebellion;
the very same words convinced
the pair by that old hellion.
And in seeing such a parallel
I'm wondrously empowered;
the fruit remains there dangling,
but "no" makes me a tower.
Give me one good reason
to distrust my loved Creator;
to indulge is sweet and wonderful,
but His love is so much greater.
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I see you are on line, probably updating your blog, cool!
I just re-read this poem, and this one makes perfect sense to me. I can understand it (or so I think)... bless you, Matthew, for being a tower. A tower of strength; a tower of discipline; a tower of faithfulness! What a testimony... and this here, is a testimony.
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