On the Hook

Forgotten promise

made on my knees

Surge of centripetal will

Not a thankless task

     to keep it still

Deny

Don't try

Release

To Cease

On that hook, I got away

Centrifugally, let it be me

Okay, I confess that the impetus for this poem stems from a Spongebob episode where Patrick lures [pun intended] SpongeBob away to play on the hooks.  These appear to Patrick to be a carnival, but are in reality fisherman's lures.  There's an analogy there about temptation and sin, I think.

When we face temptation, there is a natural inclination on the part of the believer to try and combat it in our own strength.  We must not do this; we must release/surrender to Jesus, His Spirit, His Power.