**The Heart's Quiet Battle**

In shadows deep, where thoughts arise,  

A whisper stirs beneath the skies.  

Sin's fleeting call, a tempting plea,  

Yet pure hearts yearn for liberty.  

Frailty weaves through mortal clay,  

A fragile thread in life's array.  

Not merely strength to turn away,  

But purity's quest, night and day.  

Through prayer and grace, we seek to stand,  

Yet weakness trembles in the hand.  

The soul, though willing, bears a weight,  

A restless dance with human fate.  

Sacrifices bloom, a solemn vow,  

To guard the heart from sin’s endow.  

Each step a choice, each choice a cost,  

To keep the sacred never lost.  

But oh, the ache—our will too thin,  

To match the war we wage within.  

For flesh resists what spirit craves,  

And falters 'neath temptation’s waves.  

Yet still we strive, through dust and din,  

To carve a space where grace begins.  

In every heart, a spark divine,  

A hope that purifies through time.  

The struggle sings, a holy art,  

To cleanse the soul, to mend the heart.  

Though frail we fall, we rise once more,  

For love’s the strength we’re fighting for.