Futile

[Anglican]

You drive along so happily
Upon a wholesome road
Things are okay in your life
A perfect episode
Then you get a certain thought
It is against the grain
Just a peep, it cannot hurt
The road to hell again.

Getting sucked in by it's pull
You leave your roots behind
Obsession comes upon your soul
It devastates your mind
Trying hard to break the chain
It lures you back again
Covered in your filthy rags
You feel an empty pain.

Finally you see the light
It shines upon the truth
What you see is rather sad
It shows a damning proof
That you are safer where you are
Within the Fathers arms
Keeping all His children safe
Away from satans charms.