SHEDDING SELF

 

This flesh, a concubine to your spirit

Jealous, selfish, callous, self centred

Immoral, unyielding, now discovered

My desires don't even fit

I say the words and do the things that please me

I get a result of failing each time I try

Now, Lord hear me

I am tired of a body that is not worthy

So, make it yours

Away from me, take all the grime

Along with you, make me rhyme

I hate myself without You

This body is not mine

Not now. Not ever.

The mind-wrecking, life-stretching thoughts are all signs

That I need you.

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© Dassah'21