WHEN FLESH IS CALLING

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Know that I am not talking about food I am talking about keeping from sin, I have to sacrifice and get rid of fleshly, worldy thoughts and desires because I want to live right for Christ.

WHEN FLESH IS CALLING

You call my name, you know it so well

             I HATE YOUR VOICE

the way you try to flatter me but in actuality

        you're trying to fatten me for slaughter

I WAS YOUR SLAVE... FEEDING MY FLESH...

                        NOW....

I STARVE MYSELF AND YOU TO LIVE....

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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