I am a contradiction

Reaching out in desperation
Thirsting, longing
For Your presence
Ascending the hill of God
The peak, it seems, in view
Until the claws of this earthly existence gripping me
Pull me back into the mundaneness of the temporal
Kicking and screaming?
No, all too willingly I retreat
Easier to admire the hill from the bottom than struggle to the top
And so for yet another day I refuse to climb, to seek
Not realizing how eager You are to aid me in this journey
This pursuit of the Holy
My spirit yearns
My flesh is weak
I am a contradiction.