I want to do what's right
but my flesh calls out for more
I reach for the good of looks and feel
to satisfy what my mind thinks I need
Back and forth the thoughts do race
playing games with freely given grace
Closer to the fire saying
I'll not get burned
I've been here before and I've learned
surely it no longer affects me
I ride on the waves of promises
I fully intend to keep
but undermined the real truth denied
negating the principles I speak
Knowing all too well where the boundary lies
I walk on the edge of the fence
I lean over the side
to snag some of the night
a drink or two couldn't hurt!
but later-on during the upcoming days
the rope gets thinner
and begins to fray
I'm hanging by a thread of which I've carved my way to dangling
Oh how miserable unrighteousness is
the holiness quickly denied
I look at the tree
in the middle of the garden
and say this will go in my fruit pie