Body, Soul and Spirit

Dear God, my selfish look is but a façade; when my spirit is lifeless, dormant within. Dead is the part that should walk with you, God. Dark are the alleys I travel in sin.. The real me is that part that's worth saving. We all give the body far too much weight It's not plush garments our pride is craving; it’s not the fancy hairdos we create. The real me only Jesus can perfect; my mind may decay but not my soul. No matter the training, we'll never connect if deep at my core there lies a great hole. This body is just a house for my soul and my birth soul no beauty will achieve. Passions unreined, mind bent on control, my callous will I inherited from Eve. Where rests my spirit that key piece of me? the nucleus that does the praying. Communion with God transforms mind and body but not when my spirit is straying. My mental state, God, must accept Your dressing. Your gentle wisdom and love should fit me for Christ-like submission and confessing my “fig-leaf” attire is vain and flimsy. Jesus, you're the Source people need to see. Our soul’s lone covering - Your righteousness. May folks see Your meekness, truth and mercy as we shine Your Light in peace and distress. Your Spirit inhabits my body's soul - My spirit – Your temple – my highest goal. September 22, 2022 first day of autumn Sans Mind Body Who are We Unseeking Seeker