Temptations

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The Pleasure and the Pain

Sacred hush
On Holy Ground

I whisper to God
The pleasure and the pain
Of Temptation

Beguiling and persistent
In pursuit

I fear its strength
I fear my weakness

I trust in grace
- but for it I fall

Lord, that I may
    Desire You more
    Love You more
Than every passing passion

As it once was
So may it be again

Amen!

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The Train

I would never 
Have fallen for you

Had I not left the train
In search of a faster
Journey home

Had I not missed
The connection 

I would never
Have seen you

Your young loveliness 
Drawing near to my ageing senses

Seeking direction

I might have averted my gaze
But let my foolish eyes
Linger longingly

Drawing you in 
To the long grass
Of my dreams

Falling over a threshold 
That was not mine
To cross





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