To walk with our Lord,
Guarantees no perfection
In our daily walk.
But it does guarantee direction
From our steps too our talk.
God's perfecting power,
Has done so to our spirit man.
But our flesh still lives among,
The dead, of this very land.
Do we embrace the ways,
Of the living dead?
Guided by our flesh,
As we Ignore our spirit man, instead.
Feed your spirit man,
That His voice may grow strong.
For it is only His direction and His guidance,
That stands between we, and wrong!