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...