THE LITTLE FOXES
A neighbor owned a lovely fence garden
In the garden was an exquisite ivy vine
It was a place of comfort and pleasure
It was an arena of solace and leisure
One day a little fox delved under the fence
It went under the vine and sips it
A few days later the vine withered
And there was a huge vine and a little wizard
It was not a big one, but a little
A little fox ravaged a huge vine
It did great catastrophic when the vines are tender
Yet, the young man did nothing to guard its natural splendor
There are no giants in our land
But there are little devils
A devil-like clever little foxes
A seemingly insignificant little foxes
These little foxes are spoiling the vine
A little sleep! A little slumber!
Laziness spoils the vine of success beyond doubt
Get up! Chase the little fox of laziness out!
Pride spoils the vine of progress
Get up! Chase the little fox of pride out!
A little anger! A little destruction!
Get up! Chase the little fox of anger from your reputation
Bitterness spoils the vine of receptivity
Get up! Chase the little fox of bitterness out!
A little wrath! A little strive!
Get up! Chase the little foxes that do harm to your Christian life!
Chase out the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vines (Song of Solomon 2:15)
Copyright © Gideon Foli | Year Posted 2013
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