This Mortal Coil

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This mortal coil is fertile soil
for sin without and in
And with a sigh we wonder why
we seldom run to Him

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When first we find ourselves intrigued
like moth unto a flame
Then when consumed and sorely grieved
we run to Him in shame

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Confessing time and time again
the same besetting sin
And seeking somehow to explain
because we cannot win

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The battle's not to swift and strong
for flesh and blood agree
That mind and spirit have been long
held in captivity

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When will we learn that standing firm
defeats our enemy
While fleeing sin we run to Him 
His Spirit sets us free