"The Lust of the Flesh,
The Lust of the Eyes,
And the Pride of Life."

In the curve of a smile,
A gaze turns to a poised sting.
But I choose the lone mile,
To seek the life of the King.

To own wealth, I will provide.
To truly be, I must die.
To be great, I drop my pride.
To become low is to fly.

Encircled by enticement,
I see it as foolishness.
For the Beauty that was sent,
Surpasses that muck of less.