Deeds

Constantly moved upon by devilish impulse,
That wily thief of virtue,
Ever betrays our fragile trust
In the vain hope that secret anonymity
Will forever remain,
And those hideous deeds will be kept
Locked and hidden evermore.
Over and over, time and again
We court that impulse,
Harbinger of the natural man,
Then suffer the plunder of purity.
And betimes, we stand by faith,
True to convictions –
A formidable bulwark of
Human endurance and power.

Thus, we discern our
Fickle souls, the single constant
Amidst abounding inconsistency –
Body battling spirit; spirit rivaling
Rebellious body, like an astute
Master bringing his charge to bear.
And thus are our days defined,
All the time giving heed to
Our loving Master as He beckons
Us Onward, to return and claim
Our portion of eternal bounty –
That loot preserved only
For the courageous in this earthly battle,
Who come to know His godly visage,
And heed the charge, “Endure to the End.”

Jeff Hicks