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It's JUST 'a step'

“Neglect can happen without effort, without thinking, and without our notice.  Satan, the master deceiver, delights to keep our mind occupied with the cares and pleasures of this world.  He cares not whether it be something good or bad, as long as it distracts us from focusing on things eternal.”

It's just one little step in the wrong direction after the next little step.


It's JUST 'a step', he told me,

As he paced to the side,

But THEN, he took another,

Was something here, implied?


I SHOULD have stretched my hand out

Aft' first step he did make,

But little did I know back then,

That he would others take.


It was a SLOW departure,

We just drifted apart,

At one time were like brothers,

Almost joined, through our heart.


When he got out of arms length,

I feared, ne'ermore would see,

That fear eventually flourished,

When he ignored my plea.


So IF your brother falters,

Don't wait, to bring him near,

Reach out,  to keep that closeness,

For one you hold so dear.






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