There are battles inside me
In which two armies war for control
Over my body
And my soul.
It's a war fought constantly
Between my flesh and my spirit
Whereas I am the host
Meaning I'm always near it.
Sometimes my spirit wins
And I am strong.
But then the flesh begins
To nag me all day long.
I resist when
My flesh says "Do it!"
Giving reasons to defend
Why sin, should I feed it.
Until I give in
Making me feel dark and sorry
Like a irremovable stain
That you can't see
But in my spirit, the pain
Taunts me.
I have lost again.
A sinner I remain
Saved only by the Grace and Mercy
Of my Messiah's name
So that one day
I may
Overcome this
Which
Is my imprisonment.
