caution tape

you do not get to come in again.
you are not welcome here.
i recognize your evil eyes, though masked in
beauty-enticing as ever,
but the Spirit within me
shouts with a warning,
beckoning me away
from your snare.
i still hold the scars
from my past entanglements
and i am all too raw with
memories of that
crooked, jagged darkened path
i walked.
well i like to walk in the light.
haven't you noticed?
i don't have secrets,
i've got nothing
which makes it harder for you
to try and cling to me.
I cling to Him, and He owns my
mind
my body
my
heart.
As I hold His hand tightly,
I focus on His voice
His presence
so i might be able
to discern when an impostor
is on
the prowl.
And you, sin of lust-
are on the prowl,
i can clearly sense.
So that's why it's even worse
if i give in to your touch
because i understand right from wrong
and i never want to blatantly, rebelliously,
defy the One who feeds me.
Rebellion is compared to witchcraft
and that's what this feels like.
This dark, luminant feeling,
heady and strong
its like a rush of drugs through the blood
if i stand too close
breathe the scent too deeply
i'll fall.
But by the blood of Christ I stand.
wobbly and weak,
but I stand-my weight leans
heavily on Christ Jesus
and i call to him to rescue me.
and He does.
He teaches me to reroute my mind,
my body,
my spirit.
those pathways in my brain could possibly be trodden
and worn down till
they're ingrained.
but if i put caution tape in front of
the tunnel of evil
and choose the road
 less traveled
it becomes a easier choice next time
and a new path is created
and welcoming much more than the other.
I do not belong to myself
I have been created new
please don't let me go, Jesus
I desperately need You.
i praise You
for opening my eyes to
what could have been the path to my
destruction
instead, Your firm and admonishing hand
redirects me,
convicts me,
calls to me
and Your voice draws me much deeper
than sin ever could.