There was a soldier story I heard when I was a lad,
of a mighty warrior who fell in battle, making me sad.
Of those who came against him, none were able to stand.
For he was the greatest warrior in the generalís command.
His name was Achilles and he was a mighty Greek.
He was said to be a defender of the timid and the weak.
And then one day in a battle at the city of Troy,
a young Trojan defeated him with such a simple ploy.
He was a much lesser warrior. Paris was his name.
But even though a lesser, he defeated him just the same.
He crept up behind Achilles and Achilles saw him not.
Paris slashed him in the ankle. It was a simple little plot!
His tendon cut, Achilles then fell on the battlefield.
Paris, seeing his chance, gave his sword a mighty wield.
The great Achilles was first crippled, then slain that day.
How sad for a mighty warrior to lose his life that way.
I bet Iíve seen that happen a hundred times in peopleís lives.
An attack coming from behind them, catching them by surprise.
But more times than not, it was brought on by what they did.
Usually by a deed or habit they tried desperately to keep hid.
They thought their actions would never be discovered by men
and thought their doings would never come back to haunt them.
But when exposed, their life came crashing to the ground.
The eyes of those who admired them, now stare from all around.
Know that any weakness you have, the Devil knows it too
and he lurks in the background, waiting to use it against you.
If you will take that weakness or vice or desire to do what is wrong,
and armor against it, you will overcome it and end up strong.
You armor against it by controlling what you think about
and making sure any filth in your mind stays swept out.
Those who believe it is okay to let some of the filth remain,
will end up as Achilles on the battlefield ...first crippled then slain.