In each of us lives something real
Something we can’t deny
Something that speaks something we feel
Something that cannot die
Inside we’re meek yet outside bold
Arguing to and fro
We feel so young yet see we’re old
Whilst in and out we grow
Where flesh is weak and spirit strong
We’d run a thousand miles
We’ll feel it right yet know its wrong
Crying while outside smiles
Inside we’ll jump impossible heights
Although the flesh feels lame
Pushing, shoving and constant fights
Seldom a thought the same
We’re young and strong yet old and frail
All this we must agree
We hear the voice and often feel
Although we fail to see
Flesh and spirit at constant odds
Conflict quarrels and strife
Though no spirit can war with God’s
Such is a fact of life
Yes something’s present deep inside!
That only Heaven gives
The Truth of God we cannot hide
Because we know it lives
Because it comes from God above
It cannot purchase death
It’s truth, it’s light it’s selfless love
It’s Jesus’ living breath
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We are all ageless on the inside, it's the outside that doesn't want to cooperate! It is a constant battle, as youth trapped inside an ever aging body that is desperate to get out. That's when we finally realize it's the wisdom and truth that resides within that is really important. And because of that, we can reconcile our physical shortcomings - well, almost! Nice work, and great perspective. Linda