Simple

It's really very simple
When you invite Him in
The Holy Spirit comes on board
And fills you to the brim

You give Him your permission
To enter all your rooms
By sweeping all your debris out
He lightens up your gloom.

Sadly, though, we won't let go
Of certain murky bits
We put our foot against the door
Where fear and hurting sits

Gradually He wears us down
We finally relent
The devils hold has been released
And off to hell he's sent.

This poem won first place for the April 2013 poetry contest