The Body is a Trap
In the garden, temptation weaves its snare,
The body, a vessel, vulnerable and bare.
The serpent’s hiss, a whisper of deceit,
Flesh and spirit in conflict, a battle complete.
The body is a trap, a prison for the soul,
In this fleeting world, it seeks to control.
Desires and passions, like thorns that entwine,
Leading astray, obscuring the divine.
But take heed, O mortal, for there is hope,
Though the body may falter, the spirit can cope.
For the Word has spoken, a promise so grand,
Redemption awaits, in the Savior’s hand.
Through the trials and tribulations of this earthly plight,
The body may wither, but the spirit takes flight.
In the resurrection, a new body will rise,
Free from the ensnarement, beyond the skies.
So let not the body’s frailty dismay,
For the spirit’s strength shall carry the day.
In the image of the Creator, we are made,
Eternal beings, in His love arrayed.
The body is a vessel, a temple for the divine,
A sacred abode, where the spirit shall shine.
Though the flesh may falter, and temptations assail,
The spirit will triumph, and righteousness prevail.
