Thought
Basic instincts of smell
Can lead to a trap of hell
Indulging taste, slim to obese
For a wasteful waist increase
Eyes are used with tinted sight
Selecting pleasures to highlight
Ears that hear as listener praised
Blocking out corrections raised
Skins forbidden to live and breathe
Paint and coverings, fashion’s sheathe
Gold ornaments hung there to hide
Feelings and enhance false pride
Bundled desires in one offering
Prayerfully laid at feet of king
Redirects from gates outside
And opens routes to king inside
Prayer
O Lord I offer all the avenues of my senses. They were always Thine and I claimed them for my own. I lay all my desires at Thy feet. Grant that I may be aware of Thy gracious flow through all Thy openings and that my desire for Thee may saturate my mind with Thee alone; O fulfiller of every thought, prayer and intention that arises.
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