A Young Man’s Prayer

Jesus,

Kill this flesh inside of me.

I am sickened by the difference of 

The man I am and

the man I want to be. 

I know I am saved 

And Jesus you died for me, 

So why do I remain torn? 

My spirit is gripped by the Man upon the throne, 

Something my flesh will never see,

so it vehemently denies and blasphemes Him

every second of every day. 

I feel both infinitely loved

and passionately hated, 

I am wholly and infinitely loved by the King of Kings, 

Yet I cannot escape the seething,

constant hatred of my body which opposes God. 

It hates God. 

My first Love. 

Pain thrashes the entire weight of my soul, 

Every mountaintop rumbles 

and the whole sea rages

Within me.

Jesus,

Kill this flesh inside of me.