JAR OF CLAY

Outwardly, wasting away,

Yet inwardly, filled ev'ry day;

The miracle of my two-fold being,

My flesh and spirit disagreeing;

Molded by my Master's hands,

Nothing's done by the will of man;

There're two of us residing in this jar of clay,

The weak must leave...the strong will stay;

The struggles are real and your eyes can see,

Scars of vic'try on the outside of me;

This jar of clay will return to the dust,

My inward self to the place of the Just.

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"So I say, live by the Spirit, and you will not gratify the desires of the sinful nature."---

Galatians 5:16

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