The flesh makes us think that it has a hold on us, because of our lusts. It has cravings, it has needs. Yet, where is your power? We may fall for a night, but his power makes us new in the morning. Everything that we face and get caught up in only serves to make us wise and to learn that the flesh really has no life at all… even with its many desires. Nothing compares to the new life that he puts in us. Nothing can take out the seed that his spirit implants within us. Even for a little while we think that we have lost the war, and that there is no fight within us. Yet that seed is life. That seed is power. That seed germinates and makes us want more, it wants what our flesh is powerless to give us. Oh death, where is your sting? You are arrogant flesh, you think that you have a hold on us… you might have our body for a moment, yet this life within us you cannot conquer. Oh death, where is your sting. I do not put my trust in my flesh, because every time my flesh will choose wrong. Every time my flesh will just hold me down. Like a bully my flesh will rant, rave and intimidate. It will seduce me but even when I seek to satisfy you flesh, nothing that you have to offer leaves me satisfied. It leads that light within me to ask, “is that it, is that all you’ve got”. Eventually the spirit within me will reach for what you cannot offer flesh. Oh death, where is your sting. You’ve lost flesh. You cannot satisfy me anymore. Of spirit your life is so good. What you have to offer the flesh cannot compare to. You have won spirit man. You are good, you are holy, you finally have hit my spot… Oh flesh, you are lacking severely. Oh death, where is your sting. Even when my body has finally met its in… the one who made a promise is within me. I will live again because I am not my own. I have been bought at the cross. Death is all you had left, and you took your best shot. But you have failed, because you just lead to more glory and the salvation of the world. Oh death, where is your sting? Amen.