Flesh Against Spirit

This war between, the flesh, and spirit,
When it begins, you can really feel it.
For the flesh wants you to do, the things that are wrong,
But your spirit wants you,to sing a victory song.
Then you get caught up,between the two,
And it really makes a wreck of you.
You feel like you’re going to lose total control,
As the flesh wars against the soul.
You want to give up, for the shape you’re in,
But the spirit continues, to war from within.
You begin to do and say things that shouldn’t be,
Because the flesh and spirit, do not agree.
When you begin to feel, like you’ve lost it all,
That’s when on God, you should call!
For when the battle’s over, we have chosen our way,
By the things we did,and what we did say.
Did we let the flesh, take control?
Did we call on God, to strengthen our soul?
It’s our choice, whether we win, or lose
We’re free moral agents, so we must choose.
If we let our flesh, win over our soul,
Then we are a step further, from our goal.
And if we call upon God, in this time you see,
Then we shall stand with our soul, in Sweet Victory!

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