In God’s image, I stand strong,
A beacon of His grace and song.
Temptations whisper, beguile and call,
Yet His strength within me, I recall.

Born not as beast, but spirit divine,
Guided by purpose, a purpose that’s mine.
A shield against desires’ fleeting gleam,
For in His image, I hold a sacred dream.

But those without faith, adrift they roam,
No tether to anchor their hearts at home.
Temptations grasp, their wills they sway,
No higher purpose to light their way.

I’m bound by more than impulse’s grasp,
A purpose deeper, a truth that will clasp.
To resist, endure, and rise above,
Born in His image, fueled by His love.