The mind governed by the flesh is death
There is a monster within
A lonely being with no true kin
By the name of “self,” he goes
Me, myself, and I — the only friends he knows
The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it?
Never an ally, no friend to the cause
The wise will spot him and pause
In character, he lies and deceives
“For your own good,” he asks you to believe
As for you, you were dead in your transgressions and sins, in which you used to live when you followed the ways of this world
His heart, wicked, and his mind, foolish
In spirit, his very being ghoulish
He argues and reasons for your gain
Bringing about every loss and pain
Truly I tell you, they have received their reward in full
The venom from which your ancestry’s born
He is the veil that remains untorn
At times, he smiles at good and gives you a hand
But take it, and your reward turns to sand
Sin is crouching at your door; it desires to have you, but you must rule over it
Unnegotiable and cunning, he brings forth a bill
Either he dies or you someday will
Kill or be killed — will you slay him by sword?
There is but one way: deny him for the Lord
“If anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me”
Take up that symbol, and bear it your own
A hope to the world, to all peoples shown
That the monster is mortal and can be taken from his place
The throne of your heart, restored to God by grace
