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The Fruit of the Flesh
by Fenny West The fruit of the flesh In doubt enmeshed Clad in a robe of selfishness Flourishes in unforgiveness Digs the grave of its owner Dances with danger and anger Throws arrows of sorrow Worries about tomorrow The Fruit of the Flesh... Breaks the rules to win Wallows in any sin-bin. It is forged, fomented And fermented in fear. Buddies with impatience Cheers indolence Shuns excellence Entertains disunity, Marries immorality Begets folly The Fruit of the Flesh... Has no boundary Quick to be angry Out of control Loves to be on the dole Drinks foolishness Eats the bread of bitterness Always on the run Speaks out of turn Jumps the cue Sings the blues Dances out of step with the Word Repeats everything it heard The Fruit of the Flesh... Lives in the house of obsession Bathes in the stream of delusion Has overrunning lips Gathers and sips gossips Follows every trend and Murders his best friend. Never sees beyond the natural Focuses on the temporal Rarely seeks God's face Gives Him a second place Feeds Him with the left-over. And toys with divine cover. Copy it rightly www.inspiration4generations.com [email protected] Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |