It is a fine line that we tread
Between the dark and light
On a tightrope, just a breeze
Can send us to our plight
Thoughts implanted in our brain
Can send our button finger
Choosing sites that hurt our Lord
The longer that we linger.
It is harmless, so we think
satan loves our choice
Contaminates our Christian mind
Mutes The Spirits voice
Free will is a funny thing
We seldom get it right
So run back to the arms of God
Thankful and contrite.
