Faith Withstanding Poem by Mark Heathcote

You leave me no choice, so I must withhold.
Don't bite on that foul lure, and be strong and bold.
Disappointment is a normal part of life, 'right? '
In all good conscience, we must expedite
a continued straight path down a dark road.
Though it might wriggle like a nematode.
All the indications are that a good heart
does not blend well with devils or consorts.
It survives while remaining white and pure.