The Apple Of His Eye

10/14/05

Sometimes the apple of His eye

Sometimes His child of thunder

As a bullock unaccustomed to the yoke

This child of thunder must be broke

The spirit fights to keep the flesh under

Gaining the victory over the child of thunder

While both emotions are driven by zeal

the flesh is incapable of standing still

but the spirit is content to wait on God’s will

The spirit within ignites with passion

It freely loves and spills over with compassion

My soul’s deepest desire is to serve my Lord

So my flesh must surrender and be in one accord

This constant struggle between the two

Is not strange, nor is it new

It is what all dear-saints must go through

The closer I draw to thee, oh Lord

The more easily my flesh is ignored

Though the battle continues to rage within

I am persuaded my spirit will triumph in the end

The apple of His eye or His child of thunder

The flesh is a force to be reckoned with

so I reckon I’ll keep him under