The man, whom I do not know,
Went where it’s inadvisable to go…
The flesh was famished,
And didn’t want anyone to know.
The man had a conscience within,
Starting to convict him…
Drawing him back out again.
He gradually lost interest,
As the Spirit did insist…
God’s love directed
He was safe and elected
By faith he could return to forgiveness.
It wasn’t his doing at all,
But God’s gentle urging since the Fall…
His longings grew less
Until his lust wasn’t enthralled.
Confessed and repented of the crime,
Remembered the temptations on line…
A little wiser
Knowing his Supervisor,
Wouldn’t give him the “You blew it Charley” line!
A Hypothetical poem.