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Of the Flesh Oh Lord how I try to be like You and knowing my fault. It saddens me so to be weak in the flesh. I am in a sea of confusion and yet I know of the Promised Land. I long to be delivered, but I am yet but a man. Striving to be free of the flesh and searching for the answer of the spirit. When tested I fail, I will not give in totally. Humbled and broken, I have nothing to give. My soul I pray for the Lord to set free, so in Him I may live in eternity. I am not perfect nor am I close, but I have felt Him. In the presence of my body He came upon me one night. A lost sinner I am, that even He so loved. No matter what I do, He will be there. How they must have felt in the wilderness, I can only dream. For their Promised Land was but a short distance away. Even as mine is but a short ways from me It seems like an ending closing in on his grace. Oh Lord forgive me of my sinful ways.
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