At what point do we cease to stand?
When the lie has consumed the mind to blur truth to mere suggestion?
Is there a moment when our spirit screams?
Maybe it’s long before we’ve reached the edge.
Maybe it’s that first sighting of the precipice, when a small voice says “looky there”.
Maybe it’s then that we are warned not to glance the other direction.
Perhaps as we approach the forbidden the voice of reason dims in light of the voice of justification.
We too often justify the lie to make truth fit our desire rather than conform our desire to His thoughts.
His ways are higher, yet I see you standing on the bottom looking up wondering how you got there.
Maybe you know…
Today my heart is heavy.
Another one bites the dust while sin smirks in the face of those who have conquered it.
I refuse to give up.
Fallen around me, deep to the murky mire
Wake up now & climb!