Fire Storm

“Come dance with me,”
Enticing currents cry.
“Inhale my wind,
You shall not surely die!”

Intense fire storm;
Can sharpened darts prevail?
“Behold my flame;
Touch not the sin-spiked nail.”

Look up, my soul,
Hold fast to Kingdom rights.
Desire design;
Seek peace as folly fights.

“Embrace this life,”
Temptation sings to sway.
Despise, my soul,
This life,
This gale,
This way.


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