I see a man walking down the street headed towards me All sorts of issues in his life and knows nothing about God A broken man - you can tell these things - probably a dealer He is but he's not My son works on a pumpkin and I offer my help He turns me down and stiffens his upper lip A rebellious boy - overly sensitive - wants things his own way He is but he's not The wife I love is frazzled and tired I hate it when she cuts me off while I'm talking A fearful woman long burdened with obligation She is but she's not I ride a bucking bronco of emotion Shifting from rested to raging in three seconds flat A tormented soul pushes away those he wants near I am but I'm not Our mortal shell bleeds rupture and weakness Some far away creature that dwells close by We follow the beast, cleaning up it's trail of damage It is us but it's not Paul says we do not accord anyone to the flesh Because one died for all and w...