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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