Simul Iustus et Peccator
I am flawless and yet deformed
A walking paradox
Twice have I been born
Two natures in me walk
For born was I in death
Walking as a corpse
Even in my breathe
I carried no remorse
Till I was given life
Now two natures in me dwell
Peace fighting against strife
Both trying to impel
Judicially my slate was white
filled with my transgressions
but then in glory bright
My heart began confessions
Simul Iustus et Peccator
A sinner and a saint
Without grace I would only hate God
without leash or restraint
And though the criminal is not extinct
The son is breaking through
To break apart what was once linked
And make all things anew.
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