Oh Morning Glory, how beautiful you are.
You cover my garden with your delicate purple petals, your lush greenery rich and plentiful. Innocently your flowers nod in the breeze.
Yet underneath is a mass of choking vines. You are also called Bindweed.
Your tendrils reach out and grasp anything near. You choke the life out of every plant you climb. You slow my weed cutter with the mass of your vines... it sputters to a stop.
Oh sin which so easily entangles, how alluring you look.
How lovely it seems to think about myself. How lush and rich other women's lives appears. Gently nodding, yes, yes, think about you. What about you...
Wretched sin... when your shallow beauty is ripped away, nothing remains but lifelessness. Nothing but death.
Oh Lord, wrench the morning glories from my soul. Help me run with endurance the race set before me. Show me your face Lord, that I may fix my eyes on you and bask in your light, that the flower of my heart may open wide to receive you.
"Therefore, since we have so great a cloud of witnesses surrounding us, let us also lay aside every encumbrance and the sin which so easily entangles us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, fixing our eyes on Jesus" Hebrews 12:1-2