SOMETIMES THE BEST WAY TO FIGHT IS FLIGHT

Tempted and hunted, my soul dejected
Confusion eating up my heart I feel so restless
Sometimes ago In front of the altar I promised God never again
Now am being Tempted to moderately do it again.
"The fear of God is the beginning of wisdom" that's what my mama says
But the inner preacher keeps telling me "just once won't make it an addiction"
After all he is a merciful God, and he doesn't want the death of a sinner
Now I seem to be between the power of choice.
Remembering a day before, that's how he preached to me till I fell into that temptation.

Sometimes last week, I promised it will be the last time, but now I seem to be considering doing it again for the last time.

Wait! When will the last time ever be the last? I've been constantly doing this for the last time over and over again, but the last time seems to be unending.

Just once won't make it an addiction seems to an everyday theme,

now I can barely resist unlike before, ain't I getting addicted little by little?

My mind is caged in the circle of its pleasure,
every time I'm alone I feel so choked by its pressure,
only to yield and and I'll hate myself for being at leisure

My conscience blamed my will for being so weak.
Trying to seek the face of God once more,
I tried to read his word once more,
then I stumbled upon the verse that says, flee every appearance of evil.

Only then do I realize indeed the best way to fight is flight.
No one is fighting my battle for me, no one is making this decision for me, because I've learnt that devil can only drag my mind/thought but can never influence my decision
Now am fleeing from this secret sin, I don't know about you.

*#penspeaks#*...✍🏽

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