I must possess, I must obtain,
on this simple lure, I set my claim.
‘Though it eludes my stealthy grip,
my eyes are fixed, I will not slip.
When all around needs go unmet
still I pursue, my heart is set.
Then all at once, it seems to me
this thing won’t catch, nor let me free,
This attitude of “I’ll have it yet”
has flipped around, now I’m in the net.
There is a name, for this certain must,
if I want it now, it’s defined as lust.
It can’t deliver it’s promised load,
but ensnares the soul with a vicious goad.
“Til at last that soul cries out in pain,
and seeks it’s freedom to regain.
The key that unlocks this attitude
is the mighty sword called gratitude,
that cuts the net and frees the mind
to rest in God and true fullfillment find.
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West Texas Rippled Juniper on Mesquite