Double-minded man waging war within,
A condemning conscience battling sin,
Of indecision's right to ignoble plight,
To callous retreat and refusal to fight.
In trenches where wounds require daring,
You hide and shun comfort and sharing.
By fearing ravages of emotional pain,
You cowardly retreat from internal shame.
The battle rages, the enemy lies ahead.
No guts, no glory, there's dread instead.
What will it take to brave the fight,
When fear's excuses justify flight.
You hold her picture, sweet beauty of heart.
Such love you felt right from the start.
And now the enemy taunts to gain,
Victory that leads to further distain.
You look to truth, your decision before,
When you promised to never resist the war.
When you made good choices honorably right,
Pursuing love's battle with wisdom's might.
In trenches of exile, you'll learn her pain,
Amid your sorrow of sacred shame.
The dreaded enemy fades from within,
As manhood wages victory to war over sin.
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