A short poem that I wrote yesterday.
It’s about men and porn and Jesus and grace.
Hope it challenges / blesses / changes / encourages (delete as appropriate).
It addicts so quick
A generation trafficked with a
That smartphone’s now a siren
That tablet a temptress
It’s pixelated poison
Too many brothers now shackled in shame
Too many good men taken out of the game
Too much of the world in too much of the church
Let the Holy Spirit stir
And woo you
And renew you
And lead you to the cross
Where the Saviour was slaughtered
To redeem broken sons
And make men for our daughters
Find grace in the blood
For the murkiest soul
Come to Jesus my brothers