Tip-Toe-Through The Enemy Camp


Take the journey
step out on faith
something that even the best escape artists’
will one day have to face
Every time i thought
i’d wriggled free from death’s grip
now i can see
it was never me
and the tingling i felt
and the jingling i heard
were the keys dangling…swinging
from Angelic Custodian’s hips
i wasn’t clever
i was not quick
in fact…
truth be told
no less than quite sick
Nothing at all to do with furtive footsteps
passing through the enemy’s camp undetected
all of them mysteriously
fast asleep
footsteps into snares that never tightened
tip toeing past snoring beasts
and not frightened
cliffsides looming
and i drawing close
surmounting steep obstacles
footholds appearing before my nose
YOU make a WAY
when it seems all hope is lost
Freedom was Given freely
when JESUS showed me
taught me…
how to see
what it cost


“if people destroy something made by man they are called vandals. if they destroy something made by GOD they are called developers” God Bless

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