Baby, I sensed the spirit of distraction when you knocked on my heart’s door. I cracked the door to get a better glimpse of who you were. Your radiant energy was sent straight from the enemy, but I was intrigued by its false beauty. You were so warm. You felt so good to me. You rushed your way in. Like a cyclone, your destructive path made quite the mess. Then like the thief, you stole my joy and peace and left as quickly as you came. I cried out to my Father. He cleaned it up, filled my heart, and changed the locks. I installed a peephole ’cause the next time someone knocks, I won’t get got.