a poem

This is a poem thing that I wrote while thinking a little while ago. 

            Why do you wait like so?

            I can't see where you are right now,

            You may be at the door, down the road, around the corner

            Waiting.

            There is no predicting next time that we will see,

            Next time you seem to come in and pull the rug from under our feet.

            Why do you take way without reason,

            Why throw us into turmoil so quick.

       

           I don't always  understand the motivation,

            I don't know what we have done,

            It is as if we were born into this battle ground

            Unaware, and unprepared

            You pull us close, at first it seems nice

            Then you spit us out, rejected and abandoned

            We sit here and are left, confused, disoriented

            Then we look to the son,

            He's still there shining, day after day

            He's still there.

            I remain where I am at, hiding at first, in the shadows,

            But the son found me, as he moves among the earth.

            The son brings warmth, hope, reminding us of the promises

            Again

            You see, you are not forever,

            But the son, he's there

            You evil one, you who scheme,  you who plot,

            Your devious ways are temporary,

            When the son rises, you will fade, dripping away like ice

            I will stop looking for light in the darkness

            I will stop looking for warmth in the middle of the night

            If I keep my eyes on the Son, I will not fade away.

Sometimes the temptations of Satan seem all to real, sometimes it hurts when we realize it in our lives. I wrote this reflecting on the truth that Satan is temporary and Son of God, Jesus Christ will remain, and when we look to Him, we find hope.