DESIRE

For the flesh my eyes yearn
For gossip my ears
For the forbidden my hands
For pleasures my heart.

I yearn for what I hate
Only to bring me pain
When to myself I heed,
And fear of higher things
When to temptation I yield.

Now I will die
Now I will wander off
Yet when on the track I remain
I am amazed
At great grace
Of a God that loves me
And slowly puts me back
On the track.