Little Foxes

The little foxes, those tiny things
They seem they cannot harm.
But, they go down deep with sharpened fangs,
And bite with deadly harm.

The little foxes, those tiny things
We think they do no ill.
We justify them in our hearts,
And claim that God must love them too.

Throw off, then now, these little sins
That tear us to the ground.
Repent then at the Saviours feet,
There, Mercy, will be found.

Let not these sins, these tiny sins
Destroy us on our way
Resist Satan's fiery darts,
That hinder and delay.

Go marching forward then,
Gain back the ground we lost.
Our hearts restored in Jesus' name,
Our gaze set on the Cross.

Apostasy

Fathers and mothers, watch over your children. Keep them from the world. Train them up for the world to come. Draw out their young hearts in admiration of the coming glory, so that earth’s vanities shall fade from their eye. Be careful as to what books or magazines they read. Discriminate between the useful and the useless, between the wholesome and the poisonous. Lead them not into temptation. As the world goes on in its apostasy from God and its deification of humanity, its snares will become more subtle and its falsehoods more beautiful, especially for the young heart and eye. Strait is the gate and narrow is the way that leadeth unto life. No amount of “progress” or “culture” or “liberality” can make that gate wider or that way broader, either for yourselves or your children.—Horatius Bonar