flee this youth

literally run if you must to quiet the voices of lust,
because if you just sit and rust, the devil may catch you.
o, how prone is your heart to wander- your mind to ponder
what is over yonder while you ignore the Father, who is here.
do you truly swear by what is greater or are you a grace-hater
saying, "i'll pray about it later," putting off your Maker, God?
flee youthful passions! look, forgiveness isn't scarce like rations,
but listen, each sin you commit is like another set of lashin's
on the back of your Savior, your Lord, your first love.
but Jesus, knowing He'd be betrayed, had the ruler of the air played,
His own life down He laid, so that our debt could be paid.
the deceiver rejoiced when He died, he rejoiced committing suicide.
only through the Son's demise, could He three days later rise.
and you know all of this. the gospel- ignorance isn't bliss.
each day is an opportunity you can't miss to walk in the Spirit.