The most Godless word...is self.
And even the most devout saints,
Wake up as atheists, when their first thought is themselves.
Communion should be without ceasing;
For one minute alone in this life...is dangerous,
Knowing that enemies lurk about, sniffing out trouble,
Hunting for opportunities of malicious intent,
Until their eyes fall upon you; unprotected; uncovered.
A moment out from under His Wing,
A child, seeking his own way; defiant; rebellious;
Wanting the things he is not allowed
By a watchful God; desiring 'better' things,
Than the things he already has...and could have.
Dark is the night within the day,
When demons walk about in human form,
Guided by lust; pride and glory, seeking vanity.
Each time we assert ourselves outside of the Will of God
And alienate our lives from the source of Truth,
We are atheists. When we rise early for the day
And rest, as we find our place of slumber,
If the Lord is not our constant companion,
We have separated our company from Him,
A dangerous place to be; nonetheless, often a refuge
From righteousness; a dwelling, occupied by hidden foes,
Ready to feast when His hand is lifted
Or when we have scurried out from underneath.