Spiritual Hygiene

There is a nail scarred footprint on the back of Satan's neck Although for a time and here for now he will make your life a wreck But take great heart for the Christian as Paul eagerly foretold His grace is sufficient for us and in weakness we are bold After our conversion we’re challenged to forsake and to wean To turn our back on the world and pursue daily cleaning To take captive every thought but not as a pompous scholar But to humble ourselves and to uplift his mighty honor If we only read and try to apply it as a mindful thinker We cease to change the world and are prone to point the finger Graves are filled with dead corpses that never met perfection Maturity was lost and growth stunted for His great affection What pleasures got in our way? What pride of one's life? Hindered the fullness of the fruit with no thought of afterlife He who started a transforming work in us won't stop or delay Can a verse in a poem be comfort if we are bent to keep astray? The battle is always present deep where the spirit dwells Fatigued we fight all-the-day to claim victory over self Labours and mercies feverishly offered poured out and spent To what end will we decay before we accept why he was sent? Known is the walk that is stony and climbed all uphill Leaning forward in the fight is His divine placed will No discipline at the time seems pleasant or enjoyed But maybe he established a lesson and it to be employed Warriors hate to admit defeat and to admit we are weak Affliction molds our hearts that is his loving technique God is quite clear that he will abolish our ego and our pride Whenever we are haughty He turns his face aside He came to show the way and to flip us upside down There is a lot of discerning from under that thorny crown Denying all of ourselves and to follow the honored king Dying to our own way we must perform spiritual hygiene By: Brian Micheal