In walks of life, where shadows meet the light,
And spirits soar beyond the grasp of night,
I bid thee, listen, for the path is clear,
Where virtue grows and vices disappear.

For flesh and Spirit, in their endless dance,
Contend within our hearts by chance or stance.
The former, luring with its siren song,
To paths where hearts grow weak, and wills less strong.

But heed the call that whispers from the soul,
The gentle urging that makes broken whole.
For in the Spirit’s grace, we find our peace,
Where strife and envy, jealousies, shall cease.

The deeds of flesh are chains that bind us tight,
In acts of discord, sowing seeds of spite.
But freedom calls in Spirit’s tender embrace,
Inviting us to a higher, nobler place.

In love and joy, in peace and patience too,
In kindness, goodness, faithfulness so true,
Gentleness and self-control, the marks of those
Who walk in Spirit, where the true light glows.

Let us not be conceited, nor provoke,
Nor envy others under yoke or cloak.
For all are called to live in harmony,
In step with Spirit, free and truly free.