The Clay Part Of Me

So much in my mind's vault but I can't access my code
On my own I fight and struggle with the locks
Minutes to hours,day and night
I try and try but then no luck

And then I run back to the Maker,read through His manual
Light and wisdom begins to flow in
But then comes the canal,temptations and trials
Again I find myself trailing back to Egypt

Strong in faith I try to stand upright
List of crimes I vow not to commit
Time after time my weakness show
Like a dog I go back to my vomit

It's the clay part,yes it is
It wants to go back from whence it came
Restive and restless until its done
Dragging mind and spirit back to the grave

Prayer meets betrayal from a sense of guilt
The spirit's willing but the body's weak
A voice in constant reminder to all I do
Whispers in my ears as it ceaselessly speaks

Darkness,depression,frustration and despair
I wear out in tears for all I see
In my own way I struggle to correct me in vain
Ashamed of the man in the mirror for who he is

And suddenly I remember the event in the wilderness
Where salvation came by gazing at the lifted snake
It becomes clear that unless I focus on he that was lifted on the tree
My every emotion will continue to shake

But the clay part is a rebel its fighting its way
To subdue with dominion and in freedom be
For life's sake I beseech the heavenly mercenaries
To put its deadly ambitions right under me