Weeds! Weeds! Weeds! Weeds are the problem. Weeds!
If not one way, then another they target Faith's seeds.

How many seemingly good and holy folk are lost
Because their inmost heart hides a hardened frost?
How many lose eternal life because they are tepid?
How many because of possession's pull - intrepid?

There are huge deadly weeds that consume by the score.
There are hidden, creeping weeds that nibble at the core.
There are the beautiful weeds that dazzle their prey
There are the useful, needed weeds that insidiously betray.

The blatant weeds are easily spotted to be felled by the axe.
The shallow beauties soon lose their luster; their powers wax.
But the things that are good - except that we can't tell them, "No."
How do we even begin to discern which of them must go?

When is enough, enough? If one dollar is good, why aren't two?
And two ARE good - as long as they remain under our purview.
But all too often, they sprout roots and stake their claim
Slowly, inexonerably they begin our very souls to tame.

Slowly this world's good things spread - one, then another
Until by their sheer number they blind and smother
So intertwined the vast array - how do we know which to pull
And how do we pull safely when our soul is so full?