Always there,
slithering to strike at the fruit on my branches.
It is patient,
relentless,
never leaving its position
at the feet of my soul.
My own defenses invite it in;
Control. Anger. Fear. Ego.
They grant it power over my thoughts and my heart.
They listen to its lies and believe
there is no other way.
They overwhelm me to desperation
and I cry out:
“I SURRENDER!”
And God hears my voice and tells me:
“My child, it is not your fault –
you didn’t know what I tell you now –
I love you and will always protect you.
You are never alone with the serpent.
Just ask and I will stomp it out.”
“Dear Lord, I ask.”
“Take my hand, child, and follow me to paradise.”