One thought takes root
And becomes one choice.
One choice played out
Becomes the voice
Of reason, heart and gut wrenching treason.
One step to move it there
Tries to makes sense of it all,
But there is no truth
Only desires of the flesh that seem so small
I feel it, here come the walls.
Provided I suffer,
Provided I exchange
The lies of the enemy
For the Truth that stays the same
Yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
One new thought takes root
And becomes one new choice.
One new choice lived out
Becomes the voice
Of reason, heart and soul changing reason.
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