Inspiration comes in flashes of light

            That burst thru the mind — then fade out of sight,

Or moves as softly as butterfly wings

            To reveal the truths of eternal things.

So focus to capture in thy mind,

            Vivid images of the most brilliant kind.

And in thy heart, invite Truth to stay

            Before He quietly flutters away.

 

But the Enemy to all that is truth and right

            Shoots epistles as dark as the blackest night.

As barbs of a sticker they cling to the mind

            Burr into the heart and multiply in kind.

Like parasites they choke out each flash of light

            And dissect fragile butterflies with fiendish delight.

Then swell to spread blankets of turmoil and doubt

            Until each spark of truth is crushed and put out.

           

Yet the Master of all that is Truth and Light,

            Shows what we must do to win the “good fight.”

There’s no need to struggle with life’s trials alone,

            If in faith we seek help through the One who atoned.

Who stands ready with angels and pillars of fire

            To defend our souls from Satan’s wrath and ire.

Who promises to succor, when we do our part,

            And save us from all that Evil imparts.