Corrosion

Father, it is me again
Writing as I walk
Seizing opportunity
For you and I to talk
There's something about nature
That brings me close to you
Enlivening my spirit
And making it like new
Polishing the dullness
Of each day's heavy load
Mundaneness used of Satan
Who's hoping to corrode
My spirit and my walk
Causing ineffect
Tarnishing my witness
And staining dialect
Wanting to destroy me
By robbing me of joy
By draining me of praise
And making me his toy
He needs to know that through your power
I can deal with strife
Because you have equipped me
For everything in life

Copyright Mary Jane Gonzales 1996