A Haven for Snakes

Written by Lisa DeVinney on . Posted in poetry

It hadn’t rained for many days;
The ditches all ran dry.
And as I walked along this morning,
Here’s what caught my eye:
A snake, taking advantage of
A dry and sunny spot.
And he’d made himself right at home
Where usually he could not.
You see, that ditch is rarely dry.
But since he’d found it so,
He’d stretched right out to warm himself
In that spot, dry and low.
I thought then of that serpent, Satan,
Who’ll come slithering in
If our spiritual wells run dry.
He’ll tempt us, then, with sin.
Cuz he knows when our strength is low
For lack of filling up
From God’s own ever, over-flowing
Grace and mercy cup.
He knows when we have been neglecting
Time spent in God’s Word.
He knows when we’ve stopped praying, and
Our hearts have not been stirred.
He’ll see that as an invitation
To get comfortable,
And make his old self right at home
Where senses have grown dull.
Let’s not be like that dried up ditch;
But make a point, instead,
To fill up on God’s Word and prayer;
And not be underfed.
God will supply if we will seek;
And there will be no place
For Satan to come crawling in
When we’re flowing with grace.
“you are being renewed in the spirit of your minds
… don’t give the Devil an opportunity. “
Ephesians 4:23, 27 HCSB
©Lisa DeVinney, June 2014

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