Given form, a breathing whole,
Lord's gift, body and soul.

This frame, it bends, it starts to fade,
Life's journey, a weathered parade.

But deep inside, a light remains,
The soul, it sings, it entertains.

It knows no time, no worldly stain,
Forever pure, a constant lane.

The choice is yours, where love will lie,
To fleeting flesh, or spirit's cry?