I try to understand
but I see I fail again
I want to love you more
but I’m blinded by the door
that keeps me in this flesh

I’m a box of do’s and don’ts
a mix of wills and won’ts
trying always to perceive
I find I always grieve
through sadness of this flesh

I climb the mountain high
walking water yet still dry
I sing the Spirit’s song
and yet I always long
to be finished with this flesh