Philippians 3:3-4       New King James Version

3 For we are the circumcision, who worship God in the Spirit, rejoice in Christ Jesus, and have no confidence in the flesh, 4 though I also might have confidence in the flesh. If anyone else thinks he may have confidence in the flesh, I more so:




Whatever happens to me seems like a fleeting thought

Happiness or sadness will linger on sometimes

They never stay a constant, for the flesh brings it to naught

Somewhere in time and space through the power of the mind


The mind will think to destroy the evil of the flesh

It must be done away with, but that is partially right

All the flesh needs to be processed and regressed

Not just the evil but also the good that rests inside


Righteousness of the flesh deeply belongs to this

It always keeps itself in the center of our being

It puffs up and depends as on outside nothing fits

It does not need anybody to manipulate its feeling


The flesh is confident, self-sufficient it seems to be

It speaks to itself and includes its every wish

And unless I die to it, things will never be

As the Lord has prepared me. It is just like this.


The flesh has no place to receive God’s instruction

It has no patience to wait on Him for truth and light

As long as it deems itself strong, it won’t tolerate friction

It will not depend on God for it thinks to be always right


Is the flesh merely instinct that rhymes self-preservation?

Is the flesh that same part that precludes the animal world?

Is that why the world is in love with its own destination

For all it knows and feels with no ears for truth unfurled   


Jan Wienen

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