Termites

Wherefore let him that thinketh he standeth take heed lest he fall. 1 Corinthians 10:12

Hundreds of thousands of homes each year

Are met with devastating fate,

Destruction is rampant as an avid foe

Sneaks in—so much is at stake.

More damage is caused than all the effort

Of fire and storms combined,

The greatest are falling, though sturdy they seemed,

The smallest are, too, undermined.

Though, if from a distance you gazed upon

The towers standing tall,

They might brave the storms or be fireproof,

But what is it that makes them fall?

It’s not the foundation, for that is quite firm;

This doom does not happen to stone,

But into the wood which has no protection

A tiny foe slips in—unknown.

It tunnels along, so hidden from sight,

Consuming the internal strength,

Then, finally, when all is eaten away

The shell crumbles down at length.

Mourning, we see those great towers fall;

Despairing, we wonder, “why?”

Their foundations were sure; they braved fire and storm.

“What happened?” we sorrowfully cry.

Time and again, to home after home

This tiny foe was not new.

And, long before the great structure fell,

It ate away—hidden from view.

Such mass devastation is come in our land,

Strong homes being eaten away,

Towers looked up to, men we admire

Are crumbling down every day.

Though strong the foundation they stood upon,

And tho’ fire and storm they could brave,

Inside of their hearts where nobody sees

They were slowly being eaten away.

The termites of lust and wickedness

Are slipping in unperceived,

What starts out so small and innocent

Leaves them and their families deceived.

In a day of such great devastation

We simply cannot afford

To lose our homes, great or small,

While termites of sin we ignore.

So, let him that thinks he stands take heed

And guard every window and wall

From the tiny foe which so quickly slips in
And causes the greatest to fall.

Copyright © Elisabeth Linzey 2015