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.