Whether your completely wild or have self control,
The Fruit of the Spirit wants to help guide your soul.
The flesh is weak is what I keep hearing,
Who's the one doing the brain steering?
Lead by anger, greed, lust and gluttony,
God, know sometimes they are part of me.
I don't just pray to nothing and the thin air,
Angels carry out intentions / thoughts up there.
Always striving to be a better person, that's never complete,
Lonely walks until the time comes, facing the ultimate delete.
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
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