Two natures beat within my beast:
One is foul, one is blessed.
One I love, and one I hate—
The one I feed will dominate.
So I choose the Christ in me,
A living sacrifice I yield to Thee.
With mind renewed from day to day,
I walk the narrow, faithful way.
For what I sow will surely grow,
In word and thought, in deed I show:
The flesh grows weak, the Spirit strong,
When daily I choose what is right over wrong.
