O Flesh How Much You'Ve Lured Me Into Sin

O flesh! how much  
you've lured me into 
sin.
You built a block  
between my God 
and I.
You stole away my  
grace and strength 
therein.
Your pretty 
pleasure  want my 
soul to die.

You proved superior  
to my own desire
Desire of mine's to  
see the face of God
but you denied my  
wish and wished me 
'fire.

Though acts of 
yours  are sweet to 
carry out.
Though making love 
is sugar to myself,
but seeds of yours  
inside me must 
come out.
I now reject your  
sports and you, 
yourself.

My body's temple of  
the Holy Ghost.
I'll turn my body 
into  holy host.

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