Irish stew

1 Cor 15:34a "Awake to righteousness and do not sin..."
God woke me up again and reminded me of my sin, why do I keep doing that, do I really need to feed my flesh more and more?
A little poem came to mind:

I had a stain on my belly made of chocolate of some kind
Just a bitter pill left to remind
Of my love for food that won't go away
Eat like a cow to my dismay
Why do I eat till it hurts some more
Pace it out so I can consume like a bore
Taste this and that, have to try it heated
I eat like a pig and then it's repeated
A jug of this, a gallon more
Eat all I want, there's more at the store
Wake up and have doughnuts, the perfect treat
Or cereal that tastes like a candy bar, 5 bowls or more, quite a feat
A dozen or so doughnuts at one sitting
A box of this is really quite fitting
It's amazing how much pizza a man can eat
After that I feel full from my head to my feet
It's grazing on holidays that sets me a blur
I can eat all day it's what's common I'm sure
Except for the starving out there
I wonder, would we eat like this if they were in our stare
If a child was in the room about to die of hunger
Would I really eat like I had no limits, the fridge to plunder
I think not, for my care would be for him
that poor child wasting away, so thin
So I live not to please my self
Put my appetite back on the shelf
Back where it belongs not in a cupboard full of stew
But in God's control I hand me back to You.

Lord help me to do Your will not mine anymore, I want you more than some thing, Lord help me not to live for myself in any way, in Jesus name, amen!