This flesh is but a passing fancy,
a lark, a bad habit, a fantasy,
trying to draw me away
from You O Lord.

I tried the lust
of the flesh,
of the eyes
and I've found
to no one's surprise -
Your ways are for more
wonderful, far higher,
far sweeter
than any fleshly desire,
so now I choose not to hide.
I choose rather to backslide
right back to You,
if You'll have me.
Let me become
the man You desire
on Holy fire, not of hell,
let my heart turn once again
to You, my only hope,
my deliverance,
my happy end.....