Sin
1 John 1:10
10 If we say we have not sinned, we make Him a liar and His word is not in us.
Sin
Aftermath dullness … an escape from reality
All the values stacked on high now lost in a moment
Pride conquered so sullen through the principality
To wind up very dry hanging without comment
Dead bones bleaching in the sun … purpose shoved in a corner
Like a steak overdone … black, dry and crumbling
So it is with innocence gone … nothing left but moaning
White now seems forever gone as darkness is ever rumbling
“Restored” an impossibility … “Whole” an imagination
“Pure” a myth of yesterday … “Good" a phrase long-gone
“Death” a sure reality … “Bleak” an incarnation
“Lost” a great bill to pay … “Hope” an unknown pardon
Jan Wienen
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