I see you in your net of safety –
Yet, a web that has you trapped
Within its tentacles of fear.
A web well-spun from yarns of gaping miles
Tethered by actions unresigned;
Glist’ning with dewdrops of crystalised tears;
Misted by feignéd ignorance;
Its derrick? Silence… frigid and brusque,
And vigilant moats of defensiveness;
This mass-manufacturer of pain….
This web – your emotional safety-net –
The castle-like embattlement of the heart,
Ensnares the Unsuspecting,… Gullible,… Naïve,…
Like an octopus of lust’s ocean-bed….
This web you think to be your safety-net
Is but the nest of the subtle sin-weaving
Spider called ‘self’;
Being subtle,
Spinning self…
Instead of a shuttle
Spinning silk….
Your futile struggles to free yourself
From the sticky meshwork of sin,
Are no match for the subtle spider living within….
Kill that spider, then!
He is no match for Christ’s shuttle of Truth
Which alone can erase spider webs,
And replace with the silk of His grace.
How to do it?
Just to Christ your will submit!
Penned: 1996 – November 5, 2003. Revised: November 13, 2015.
Scriptural allusion – Job 8:13-14; Isaiah 59:1-8; Luke 9:23; 1 Corinthians 15:31; 1 John 4:4; 2 Corinthians 10:3-6; Matthew 11:29.
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