Doubt consumed and ate away,
at a slow ~ but mindless speed
and when it was left on its own
it grew into a thorny weed.
The loveliness began to fade,
where faithfulness once did grow
when His beauty first diminished
this I may never really know.
The years have been bittersweet,
but the unpleasantness didn't last
and as the time of doubt dissolved,
I digested the sourness of the past.
Oh, to choke out that unsightly weed,
when it at first I began to noticed
would have been the better plan
then to have let it gone unnoticed.
A stagnate heart was standing by,
in all those years that got away
thus, the wild seed was sown
and to its needling I began to sway.
The stinging of their barbed tines,
gorged and tore into my sinful flesh
the longer they remained in my side
the more we were able to enmesh.
Doubt scorching throb of prickly sin,
sometimes still in my heart lives
to reclaim the loveliness once inside
begins when one, to thyself forgives.
Why I ask should it take so long,
to turn from the root of my sin
ah, but then time allowed for Jesus
to move into my heart ~ back in!
"But when the sun was up they were
scorched, and because they had no root they
withered away. And some fell among thorns,
and the thorns sprang up and choked them.
But others fell on good ground and yielded a
crop: some a hundredfold, some sixty, some