March 30, 2020, michaelbray Character - or not, Poetry,

The Lusts of the Flesh

The lusts of the flesh
Never conquered
They are suppressed
Redirected
May be reduced
For a moment
But rear up
And astound us
As we press on
To that goal
Way over there
On the horizon.
Oh we’ll be risin’
Incorruptible!
Hang on,
The road is rough.
Be tough,
His grace is enough.

0955, 30 March, 2020

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