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Her eyes – they are like jewels, carved from precious stone.
Her scent- like a field of flowers on a hill that stands alone.
Her grace is of the butterflies, her heart as pure as sky.
It’s in thinking of her beauty that in my mind I scream out “Why!”
For I’ve touched that field before, with my hands and mind alike.
And what lies below her garments is familiar to my sight.
I’ve taken from her innocence without ever using touch.
With my mind I’ve stolen her purity thinking on these things so much.
My Father God He knew this, it was never in his plan.
He wished no sin or defilement to enter the heart of man.
And of this He didst tell me, and I would wonder why
Yet without restraint I’d dance with lust, though in my heart I’d die.
For years I’d drank impurity, I’d eat sin like it’s a meal.
And forever from my future wife’s treasure I would steal.
To me it became like water, with little binding power
To unite those two pure people at their appointed hour.
But now like chaff I’ve treated, her,
Though a treasure she should be.
I’ve treated her with cheapness,
Cheap as though she’s free.
Now I see His signposts, and the path they warn about.
I’ve seen the road, I’ve seen the end and I’ve wandered all about.
Stepping on her flowers, snatching butterflies,
Muttering my defilements into a once pure sky.
Now I see His warnings,
Now I hear His call.
He wants to save my purity.
But I have spent it all…

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If I can give you brother, some treasure of advice,
It’d be to keep your mind off of those hills; to make it your sacrifice.
You’ll have stole it from your future love, full joy will be no more,
And as pure as she may be, to you she’d be a whore.
Listen man, hear me close, hear my desperate cry.
Keep that woman pure for you – keep her pure with your right eye.
And with your hand don’t steal from her this treasure that is great.
Don’t break that bonding terrace, don’t treat it like a gate.
And with your mind don’t fasten her and many others too,
To the deepest part within you- don’t use up your bonding glue.
For two should fuse as one through God’s gift to procreation.
It will bring you two together, it will bring you two elation.
So don’t pass it out, don’t bond to dust, and to dirt and to debris.
For when you’ll want to bond to her, you’ll then say “now I see”
“There is no bond left between the two of us, there’s nothing special here to bind.
I could hold her so sacredly, if I could only turn back time…”
And bro, fall will many others, but don’t let that be your stumbling stone.
Don’t stoop to their standard, chose to walk alone.
Hear my cry and do this, so I won’t have wept in vain.
Cling to God’s call to purity, claim it in His name.
Lest you let the world steal this gold, and you’ll end up just like me.
Looking back, and fighting tears, and thinking “…now I see…”

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Why did it have to come to this Lord.
Why didn’t I just have that faith.
I had that feeling in my gut,
But I still thought of her face.
Tell them Lord, please reach them.
Let them hear my cry.
Call them toward purity,
In mind and heart and eye.

I feel like this goal takes care of itself when I lose myself in God’s purpose for my life, rather than focusing on not slipping up.
Compare this to running down a path towards a productive goal, rather than staring at your shoes.

I wrote a poem about what really happens when we lust, fall, look at porn, mess around with girls/guys, etc. Today is National Porn Sunday [www.xxxchurch.com] and 2 years since I made this goal. Anyways, I wrote this for my younger brother, its called “Now I see”.

Her eyes – they are like jewels, carved from precious stone.
Her scent- like a field of flowers on a hill that stands alone.
Her grace is of the butterflies, her heart as pure as sky.
It’s in thinking of her beauty that in my mind I scream out “Why!”

For I’ve touched that field before, with my hands and mind alike.
And what lies below her garments is familiar to my sight.
I’ve taken from her innocence without ever using touch.
In my mind I’ve stole her purity thinking on these things so much.

My Father God He knew this, it was never in his plan.
He wished no sin or defilement to enter the heart of man.
And of this He didst tell me, and I would wonder why
Yet without restraint I’d think with lust, I’d take my slice of pie.

For years I’d drank impurity, I’d eat sin like it’s a meal.
And forever from my future wife’s treasure I would steal.
To me it became like water, with little binding power
To unite those two pure people at their appointed hour.

But now like chaff I’ve treated, her,
Though a treasure she should be.
I’ve treated her with cheapness,
Cheap as though she’s free.

Now I see His signposts, and the path they warn about.
I’ve seen the road, I’ve seen the end and I’ve wandered all about.
Stepping on her flowers, snatching butterflies,
Muttering my defilements into a once pure sky.

Now I see His warnings,
Now I hear His call.
He wants to save my purity.
But I have spent it all.