O flesh! how much you've lured me into sin.
You built a block between my God and I.
You stole away my grace and strength therein.
Your pretty pleasure want my soul to die.
You proved superior to my own desire
Desire of mine's to see the face of God
but you denied my wish and wished me 'fire.
Though acts of yours are sweet to carry out.
Though making love is sugar to myself,
but seeds of yours inside me must come out.
I now reject your sports and you, yourself.
My body's temple of the Holy Ghost.
I'll turn my body into holy host.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 3:16 AM UTC
O flesh! how much you've lured me into sin.
You built a block between my God and I.
You stole away my grace and strength therein.
Your pretty pleasure want my soul to die.
You proved superior to my own desire
Desire of mine's to see the face of God
but you denied my wish and wished me 'fire.
Though acts of yours are sweet to carry out.
Though making love is sugar to myself,
but seeds of yours inside me must come out.
I now reject your sports and you, yourself.
My body's temple of the Holy Ghost.
I'll turn my body into holy host.
