SIN

You were right,

In the world's eye

Sitting at the height

until you die.

 

See livin' breathin' ain't that simple,

Nothing like a clanging symbol.

You got to make a choice,

Whether you live or die.

Trustin' in Him or getting it in.

 

I tried to run,

I tried to hide,

From the Creator

It's like I didn't know he was my

maker.

In the end 

I knew my flesh was week

Seeking him is life's peak. 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world
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