The Enemy Within
We spend most of life making a friend;
two heads seem better than one;
we need others, upon whom, we depend;
a grandfather, daughter or son.
A true friend can be almost anyone;
real friendship takes much time;
a father, mother, daughter or a son;
or stranger, with whom, we align.
For friendship we simply look around;
no one likes to face problems alone;
likeminded people can always be found;
people we’d invite to our home.
Enemies are not very often difficult to find;
tending to make their repugnance known;
not the type of friends; to help us unwind;
their seeds of dishonesty constantly sown.
Often we spend all our time looking out;
where we expect all trouble to begin;
contemplating which people we doubt;
not thinking we need to search within.
All have fallen short of the Master’s glory;
there are none righeous; not even one;
many of us tend to rewrite our life story;
from the day sin had become.
Still we look out; wanting to know;
confession is where to begin;
all of us shall reap what we sow;
sin is the enemy within.
Monty 11/26/24. # 2,472