The Flesh Is Weak

My son where you are, your running fast
You can't hear me
I pled and pled for your soul, but you wouldn't listen
You just turned away

In the garden I prayed alone, sweating drops of blood
From my anguished soul
Even then you layed there asleep not aware of the cold
That would tempt your very soul

Be not deceived whatsoever a man sows that will he also reap
But I've come that you may have life, and life more abundantly
And I care
For I saw Satan fall like lightning, down from his place on high
So be not weary because of him

My son where you are, your running fast
You can't hear me
I pled and pled for your soul, but you wouldn't listen
You just turned away

I've made a decision to follow him
And he set me free
Oh and it's by his blood