"Stir up the gift which is in you…" 2 Timothy 1:6

Help !

I thank You, Guardian Spirit
that You patrol the gates
of my poor heart,
as You see need.
World, flesh and Devil, present, potent,
press in upon me
not strident, but by stealth,
knowing their frontal force too crude
to gain them entry.
O, make and keep me sensitive
to all that deadens, all
that subtly steals upon me
and ever give me, when I’m sleepy,
Your wake-up call.