This, I am

I am human

I am of flesh

I'll chase the things that bring me death

Defend my fears till final breath

Despise the truths that would give me rest

I am free-willed

I am of mind

I am far too easily satisfied

On my side of the great divide

I trade for temporal the divine

I am created

I am of bone

I'll much too readily call any place 'home'

Possessed by things I think I own

I'll swiftly settle yet forever roam

I am descendant

I am next of kin

Bearing the human war within

Inherit forefather's powers thin

Helpless in self to conquer sin

I am alive

I am of heart

I'll learn that living is an art

'twas hid from me before my start

Still forces strive this from man to part

I am spirit

I am of soul

Without which one can ne'er be whole

Neglect me, they who pay the toll

Nourish me, they that seek Heaven's goal

I am eternal

I am of God

A truth is buried in my facade

I'm made for things the world thinks odd

The path is narrow, the end is broad