These worldly things with greed like kings
the flesh and eyes do crave.
In toil and strife, we cling to life
as if it’s ours to save.
We often ask, “is this a task
too menial for me?”
But set aside that ugly pride
All this wanting, ever daunting
just count it all as loss.
Humble your heart, be set apart
and look upon the cross.
Lust of the flesh – the soul’s enmeshed
All sin just leads to death.
But turn back now, He’ll show you how
God is your life and breath.
Don’t trade your soul, show self-control
now is your faith in vain?
Christ has been raised, on Him you’ve gazed
in Jesus all is gain.
Lust of the eyes – word to the wise
it all will fade away.
So do God’s will, He loves you still
He longs for you today.
By His mercy, but unworthy
not fit – but useable.
A servants heart, state of the art
to God, it’s beautiful.
Poetry Type: Triquatrain