Where Joy Descends Like Rain

O Lord, to walk before you I’m content,
Where peace flowers along the rocky way,
Where joy descends like rain to liven the heart,
And love perfumes the air with heaven’s scent.

Let not the flesh make us, your saints, lose sight,
Keep feet from stepping aside, in mud and clay,
From us let not the Spirit’s breath depart,
Permit us to walk under your warming light.

The Self, the Heart, the Flesh

The self desires to follow its will,
The greedy heart wants more and more,
The flesh’s appeal is hard to kill—
All these, O Lord, help me ignore.