Something called “wanting” lives in us all—
A whisper, a hunger, a beckoning call.
It tugs on your heart, and it plays with your mind,
Starting with a thought that’s not always kind.
Eve in the Garden of Eden gave it a try,
When something delightful caught her eye.
Was it the fruit? Or the thrill to explore?
Or simply a craving she could not ignore?
For something to be tempting, it must have a door—
A weakness or want, maybe never noticed before.
It tickles your senses and tugs at your need,
And grows from desire, not logic or creed.
Here’s the big riddle: Where do wants start?
Are they built in the brain or born in the heart?
Can they be changed? Can they fade or evolve?
Or are they just puzzles we’ll never quite solve?
Sellers with their ads have all learned the trick:
They skip past your brain and hit feelings real quick.
“Buy this,” they whisper. “You’ll feel like a king.”
It’s not the benefit but the feeling they bring.
Some lust for adventure. Some chase a gold throne.
Others just want to do their work all alone.
What pulls at your soul might mean nothing to me.
One man loves puzzles. One longs to be free.
But here’s what’s most tricky, the hardest to see:
Enticement can sound like it’s setting you free.
It offers you choice, a chance to break a chain—
So you follow the urge, and it leads you to more pain.
Here is the lie: “You have to. Don’t try to resist.”
But choice is still yours, if you get through the mist.
For victory waits when you don’t take the bait,
When you pause and pray, and you patiently wait.
God’s voice is quieter, soft like a gentle breeze.
It won’t twist your arm, but it might bend your knees.
To walk in his way is a choice you should make—
The path less-enticing, but rich for your sake.
So when you feel tempted to do something rash,
To chase after sparkle, to burn all your cash,
Just stop for a moment. Step back! Take a breath.
Ask if this lure might be a doorway to death.
To follow the Lord is the voice we should choose,
Not flashy or loud, but the way you can’t lose.
With wisdom and love, he rewrites our desire,
And kindles a flame that’s brighter than fire.
