Sins Patterns

March 16, 2018

Life is but a vapor,

That I try to breathe in deep.

I end up wildly unsatisfied,

Ashamed I begin to weep.

Deceived like my mother Eve

To believe I will surely starve,

If I am kept from what’s being withheld

Sins darkness begins to carve.

Digging deep trenches into my wanting soul

I reach for temptations fruit,

With eyes now open I look down

To see my body nude.

The One whom I sinned against

Takes the leaves that I have sewn

Clothes me in His righteousness,

Makes the mess I made His own.

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