Fran Peck

Sin came knocking at your door, promising some spice
It's only make believe, they say, only not as nice.
The tempter whispers in your ear, " come see, come have some fun!"
But the Spirit says, "Please don't go, from this kind, surely run!"
Then the serpent strikes again, causing your flesh to rebel,
Surely a little pleasure won't send your soul to hell?
Suddenly pride takes over and pushes the final call.
Before your heart can stop you, you begin to risk it all.
You already know the content, you already know the scene,
But still you press toward that place you know you shouldn't be.
You then proceed and partake and fill your senses full,
And every now and then, you feel the Spirit's pull.
After credits begin to roll, you feel a little loss,
Back to your reality, the one bought on the cross
There is now no condemnation, you run to look that up
And then you start to pray as you drink a bitter cup
Regrets are creeping in, because something pure was lost
Before you let the serpent win, you better count the cost.

It was not meant for man to be
Stuck inside a house, you see.
For once my eyes are open wide,
I must jump up, and run outside.

The squirrels! The deer! The bears!
I hear them through the wind!
The sun, the trees, the falling leaves,
Are calling for me, their friend.

Every time a rhyme goes through my mind,
Something special takes place that I find,
Creating a place for my soul to dwell,
Away from the pressure of having to tell
People what is wrong, why my smile is gone.
Each and every poem is a part of my song.

As I bowed my head to pray,
I was searching for the words to say.
So much time had come to pass
since I had felt Your presence last.
I was ashamed, afraid to speak,
My throat way dry, my tears were weak.
My knees were feeling foreign ground.
I could not utter a single sound.
Then with a simple breath of air,
my spirit sensed that You were there.
You said there was no need to recall
every detail that had made me fall.
You said just tell me what's in your heart.
That's always the best place to start.
So I told Him my sorrow for being away,
How I had missed Him more every day.
All of a sudden, He lifted my head,
His arms were around me, then He said,
"I hear your voice, I know your name,
No need for excuses, no need for blame,
Just let me love you and hold you near,
For you are always welcome here."
Time stood still as I sat at His feet,
Hours spent with my Father, were so, so sweet.
Peace came upon me, as I heard an 'Amen'.
I knew I would never stay away again.
So no matter how long since you've been away,
The Father is waiting, Please take time to pray.

The Cost of Temptation

Sin came knocking at your door,
promising some spice.
"It's only make believe, they say,
only not as nice."
The tempter whispers in your ear,
"Come see, come have some fun!"
But the Spirit says, "Please don't go,
From this kind, surely run!"
Then the serpent strikes again,
Causing your flesh to rebel.
Surely a little pleasure
won't send your soul to hell?
Suddenly pride takes over
and pushes the final call.
Before your heart can stop you,
you begin to risk it all.
You already know the content,
You already know the scene,
But still you press toward that place
You know you shouldn't be.
You then proceed and partake
and fill your senses full.
And every now and then,
You feel the Spirit's pull.
After the credits begin to roll,
you feel a little loss.
Back to your reality,
the one bought on the cross.
There is now no condemnation,
You run to look that up.
And then you start to pray
As you drink a bitter cup.
Regrets are creeping in,
because something pure was lost.
Before you let the serpent win,
You better count the cost.