When folks are here, there is no good, when they're gone, there was no bad;
The flesh sees nothing as it should, so it's always sad or mad!
We can not trust its wiles and whims, which change with every wind,
bent on lustful tendencies, and cravings without end.
We gripe because it's freezing cold, but whine if it's too hot,
We focus so on what we lack, we can't see what we've got!
We grumble if it's raining, or, so dry the ground is dust.
There's not enough of anything to please our never-ending lusts.
The flesh is a contrary mess, which shouldn't get to rule,
It never chooses what is best, it always plays the fool!
We must stop covering up the mess, we must not justify...
To live a life that God would bless, the flesh must really die!
Then we'll be free to run the race, and live life to the full,
then we can walk in truth and grace, and overcome the bull!
Then we can serve the Son of God, in love and truth and light,
to shine His light on this path we trod, drawing others from the night!
To save the real life, that's hidden in Him, the flesh must be put down,
The Sword of the Spirit must do its work, if we would win the crown!