Last night, temptation came to me and seduced my poor weak soul.

I fought him bravely for a while, I kept sight of my goal.

To only please my Father…for He’s done SO much for me;

I couldn’t bear to disappoint, so I tried to run and flee.

But, never once did I call Jesus’ name…that was my fatal mistake!

For, Temptation knew my besetting sin…he knew what was at stake!

So, he ran at me hard, and laughed as I fell, 

Then laid there all wounded and torn.

He looked rather smug at me lying there in the dirt…

“Gotcha now!” he said. And began to blow his horn.

He was calling other demons, to come there, to his aid.

I was helpless to fight back…I felt defenseless and afraid.

Then Regret showed up, Despair and Condemnation at his side.

Condemnation said, “I knew you’d do this again!  But you thought just because Jesus died

That you’d never have to see me again.  But guess what…you were wrong because here I am!

AAHHH!  I wanted to shout right back…for behind him stood The Lamb.

He’d no more than spoken, when his face began to twist and contort…

His knees began to shake and buckle, as he yelled to the others…ABORT!  ABORT!

They were on the run!  Jesus heard my faint cry! …

Then He looked at me and shook His head, and lovingly said with a sigh…

“A righteous man falls seven times, then dares to rise again.

He asks forgiveness for his faults, then turns from all his sin.

He seeks a refuge in the Lord, and calls upon His name…

He doesn’t make excuses…he owns up, and takes the blame.

The saddest thing, is not the sin, for those, I will forgive!

It’s the fact that you’ve disappointed the Father…and with that, you’ll have to live.

But, you’re not condemned…for I paid for that as I hung there on The Tree.

I died and shed my blood for you, from condemnation set you free!

NOW…GET BACK UP!  STAND ON YOUR FEET!  Walk tall and be on your way.

Remember who you need to serve…choose RIGHT…choose you this day!

Will it be me who died for you…who loved you then, and loves you still?

Or will you serve the one who comes to destroy, to steal, and kill?

Choose you this day, whose voice you’ll hear…

MY voice of Peace…or that of fear!”

By:  Anita Mondragon July 2008