What is this heart of man
that love he does, but only for a while;
this body shaped and tan
that finishes grotesque, deranged, defiled?
What is this rumbling cry
that speaks from chasms visceral, unseen;
these voices grim and dry
that promise white but bring only unclean?
What is this sodden trail
(so brilliant shining when we first set out)
that soon as eyes do fail
begins to steer me through the land of drought?
What is the thirst of man
that sees and drinks and drinks ’til all is gone;
the fickle heart of man
that, after loving, leaves the loved alone?
What hateful thing to be
that only loves as long as he is pleased.
His only hope can be
That One would come from this to set him free.
So I find it to be a law that when I want to do right, evil lies close at hand. For I delight in the law of God, in my inner being, but I see in my members another law waging war against the law of my mind and making me captive to the law of sin that dwells in my members. Wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death? – Romans 7 : 21 – 24