The Struggle of Flesh

In the heart my life, in the depth of my soul

There’s an emptiness found, a God-shaped hole

And inside of my emptiness, pain and remorse

Rebellion is borne, as I set my course

And inside my rebellion when I take time to see

I stand disillusioned by all that’s in me.

I’m forced to admit there’s an end to the game

My restless pursuits give birth to my shame

In the midst of my pain, in the darkness of night

Will I die in dispair or surrender the fight?

Despair or surrender, hope or dismay

The darkness of night or the light of today.