The snake’s gaze pierces me,
digging in my chest.
Planting dangerous seeds,
devouring my best.
I feel the poison trickling in,
my smile fading as the day.
With only night and foolish sin,
I find I do not wish to pray.
Facing terrible dreams alone,
I then long for rest inside Your arms.
The beast has cut me to the bone.
Lord, keep my lukewarm soul from harm.
How many times have I fallen from grace?
You’ve sought me out continually.
I must not flee from Your perfect chase.
Your love fits me so beautifully.
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