Soul of beauty, soul of strife

Tis' my struggle; here's my life

A wicked tempest stirs my soul

As I ponder Heaven’s scroll

Within its pages shall I find

Some balm to sooth my troubled mind?

The Tempter stalks me, goading on

His fury unleashed, my peace is gone

There is a fire within my heart

A Holy blaze that God did start

But there's another, darker flame

Which seductively whispers my name

It’s the fire of the flesh that yearns for touch

A flame that doesn't need fueling much

Once ignited it’s hard to stop

Needing an outlet, the blaze is hot

A path it seeks to feed the need

Realize desire; fulfill the deed

And though I strive with all my might

In vain, it seems that I do fight

Within my mind the stage is set

I face my foe to fight till death

And though he comes in like a flood

I face his fire covered in blood

Slyly, evilly drawing his bow

His fiery darts swift as they go

Hell on wings, his arrows fly

His gaze is high and proud and wry

Taunting, tempting, teasing he

This wicked imp exults in glee

And though this fire enflames within

I, on bended knees seek Elohim

For a seed of strength, a light of hope

A thread of faith to which I grope

Then stand my ground with shoulders squared

Repeat the words a king once said

You come to me with shield and spear

And dress me down with icy stare

But you are like the walking dead

For on this day I’ll have your head

He advances still and glares once more

Yet not with savvy like before

I, now emboldened, heart on fire

For in my soul a new desire

To live and walk in purity

Possess my vessel with dignity

Steel in my eyes, my voice a thunder

Get thee behind me! Cease your plunder!

He balks and turns, begins to run

And I, in faith my victory won

Pursue and conquer, recover all

With grateful heart then I do fall

To kneel before Adonai once more

And with His touch my soul restore

For there's no doubt my Holy Sire

Would help me quench the Tempter’s fire!

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