Watching a squirrel 
Dangling
By his toes
Barely holding on
Trusting his grip
On the wire
Holding the bird feeder

Eating the seeds
Meant for the birds
Not for him
He doesn't care
Whose food it us
It's his
Today

Reminds me
Of the thief
Who comes
To steal
Steal our lives 
Not meant for him

Meant for God
Our creator
Our provider
Our protector 
Our deliverer 
Our Savior 

We open the door
To the enemy
Allow him in
Unwittingly 

Open the door 
To God
Let Him in
Willingly 

The enemy
Will steal
God's blessings

God
Will restore
What the enemy steals

Resist
The enemy

Run 
To God

Be
Blessed