There is a hidden, subtle surge
When something in Christ is disturbed
At times you seem but confused
For much of the time we refuse.

A heart at times fails to heed
A warning Christ sends as He sees
For humans tend but to trust sight
But danger it lurks in quiet might.

Pressure, the pressure, ensues
Fruit of the Spirit consumed
Ravenous wolves clothed as lambs
Be careful to hear His warning, O man.

Is love and gentleness now seen?
Or is Satan masquerading these
Just remember the warning that screams
Is likely for that yet unseen.

(October 17, 2015)