Discouragement and depression as intruders
Deceitful, cunning intruders
Predators on the hunt,
Relentless search to muddy clear waters
To foul up a mountain spring,
Fresh water from the new clean snow melt
High up where the anointing glows,
A powerful mantle of conviction,
Worship and joy easily flows
Gladness in life, joy in simply being alive in Him.
Ah, but the narrow trail to the valley below,
A human life to be daily lived out
Ambushes set nearly every other step
Vile barrage of thoughts and mental images forced,
Heavy pull on the soul concerning money
And all common earthly needs.
Sharp, invisible finger pointing
The “accuser” foments guilt and shame
Weariness throws its arms about the body and soul,
Drags it slowly along.
Finally, Holy Scripture spoken, becomes a most beautiful fountain
Prayer in the Spirit gushes up
The battle is waged
And the winner stands fearless, free once more;
All “intruders” slink, slither away until the next opportune moment,
The next inevitable challenge to the eternal victory long ago, already won.