The Choice of the Heart

The heart yearns to be with Him
Or so it does wish it could truly say.
Obstacles constantly find their way before it
And once again it is easily led astray.

Is this the way it was meant to be
To constantly fight a battle within?
To know when something is obviously wrong
Yet once again indulge therein?

This world so filled with illusions and dreams
Right seems so hard and abiding by it seems dire.
Will the heart realize what is real and what is not?
Will it rest in cool peace or be damned in eternal fire?