My Fall and His Grace

My sin hangs Him back on the cross, And the traitor of Heaven clings to me. I swallowed a little poison out of pleasure, And my soul towards Him staggers to reach Him. I let my soul stroll in filth and dirt, And have carried the mud with me shrouded. I look like a toad croaking from the ditch, And I see Him invisibly looking at me, And He shows His distorted countenance. I cry unto Him with His Words writ, And my soul weeps till its tears dry. I've learnt His blood hath cleansed my soul, And I can be back with Him with His strength and grace, And what I long for is to live and to die for Christ.