Compassion walks the straightest lines,
but inconvenience blurs those signs.
Emotion bends direction's thought,
in tangled motives you've been caught.

Your conscience then becomes disturbed,
with evil's voices you're perturbed.
Such good intentions go amiss
and peace has fled with fate's dark kiss.

Confess to God you need His touch,
(No, you're not weak, you need faith's crutch)
We need connection, one on one,
Christ needed God, from day's first sun.

Dependence teaches us to swim,
from faith's deft touch -- compassion's win.
You'll hear God's voice "Well done, my son,
you've walked by faith, my praise you've won."

R.Owen 24/10/2020