SIN
In every soul there is decay
That festers deep within.
It claws upon the very heart,
A wicked force, called sin.
Each sin adds yet another link
To a chain that ends in hell.
With each sin lower down you sink
In a dark and bottomless well.
Each sin, a drop of coal black ink
On silk so white and pure.
Sin, a cancer, slowly spreading,
Of which there is no cure.
So can there ever be a hope
Of paying this heavy debt?
Can the demand, of sin's leaded hand,
Be acknowledged and met?
Not by strength of yours or mine
For it is we that feed the beast.
Upon our lust, our rage, our hate,
This ravenous monster feast.
Our sin, a burden too cumbersome
For us alone to bear.
Does anyone hear our desperate cry
As we're dragged to the devil's lair?
Then comes the faultless one,
His countenance like the sun's warm glow.
He is willing to pay the price
For the fields of weeds you sow.
Will you accept the outstretched hand
He offers over the din?
Or will you reject the gift He gives
For the sinking sands of sin?
