The Spirit Remains

The Spirit Remains

The flesh is broken, it might tire in our sacred paths of beauty 

Sturdy, tanking walking firmly but constantly clanking

The path is long but it is a righteous journey

Distractions, green disgust, what you could be and what has been 

The flesh remains sturdy, and yet the flesh can only take so much

Broken hearts and tortured minds with a spirit that remains to be touched 

Halted grinds and memory binds,  it often takes control of the body

You might see yourself begin swinging blindly 

Anger, rage and sorrow all shakingly untamed 

Until we see ourselves worldly falsely framed 

Eye's sunken and yet still breathing as we walk

It brightens my soul when I hear the divine talk

All things are possible through him who strengthens you 

My vision remains clear, but my walk is firm 

Focused, protecting, loving and self controlled

For hell spit me out when he found the strength of God beneath my soul 

Must I unintentionally see left, right, up or down 

I will see my purpose fulfilled even with a salty spiteful frown

Even if we walk to see our dreams steadily and firmly

It is vital we should always seek the Lords strength continually 

For the flesh is human, you might see it left in an unfixable mess

But all of that matters not when the spirit burns nevertheless