My Sin My
sin
my Brother Destroys my mental faculties, my flesh, my body, my soul Cherished, possesses me taking away my Christianity Crucified
Uses Wastes
Wastes time to reflect to live
Him
know God
better,
to others,
and love and learn
Retrogresses
back
to
to
what
me I
used to be
The
neural paths are stronger than before
The
scars deface
me
My habits change, I
hurt
I
tear
the
all
and
I
more
become
the bore:
Claiming Christ's sanction, Yet infecting others from
Then
it
is I
my
rotten core.
see that Jesus sees
My distorted figure formed He stretches out His hand and And I become transformed.
frees
by Jeannette Gibson
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