Trapped in flesh encasing the soul,
wrapped in cancerous crust;
residue of empty, fleeting oppressive
carnal thoughts and pleasures.

Slowly bound like a fly in a web; 
small grains of poison, neverending
droplets of rain -- harmless attractions --
unseen the process, clearly seen the results.

Many of these to be trapped in,
many pleasures build houses
of pain; many webs, much poison, a lot of rain.

Many days become many
years; what is out of sight
still weakens spirit and mind;
all experienced in the body--
the flesh imprisoning the soul.

Trapped in this flesh encasing the soul;
a chrysalis in putrid, cancerous crust,
SUDDENLY birthed as a New Creation of
spirit and mind made whole.
Not perfect, but whole.

Escaping as a fly from the ensnaring web;
one grain of sand--small compared to mountain;
small steps of faith--unseen the process,
clearly seen the results.

Many cocoons to transform
in, many steps of faith to
take; many webs to avoid,
many webs to escape.

Much poison to grow
immune to, much rain,
many days; all experienced
in the body --
the metamorphosis of
the soul.