Ours It Is

Ours it is to push back the force of the world
Like unto standing against a threatening wind
Where the word of God can barely be heard
From the nearby roar of what does descend

Like unto waters flooding the Devil’s Throat
Continually cascading into chasm below
Above, here it would be foolish to be afloat
And even more to stand on the rocks wet from the flow

Yet, the shadowy depths seems so tranquil
While gathering and waiting to spill over the brink
And those seeking adventure dismiss caution until
They lose control, fall, and can’t discern or think

For, the scene is most alluring and enticing
As it appeals to the sensual parts of our nature
Like a water’s pool which seems smooth and intriguing
The devil tries to coax souls his way to master

How he would like us to stand near the edge
Where balance is easy to sway
Yet, if we move just one inch closer on the ledge
We'll become swept away with what swirls our way

If we send light’s caution to the wind
Through disobedience and lack of preparation
We should not be surprised of where we then end-
In a drowning pit filled with trepidation

Come Saints, let us learn to discern
Between the voice of Satan and the Master
Towards our Savior we should then turn
For help to save us from disaster

James E. Faust,
The Devil’s Throat
Ensign, May 2003, 51
click on above link to go to a blog describing devil's throat
and President Faust's talk. Great Picture!