Reflections of an offender,
that’s way short of Eden’s splendor,
stares back at me from the pages,
of written light for all ages.
Try as I might to make changes,
I fall short and owe the wages,
due to the inherited sin,
dwelling in all of Adam’s kin.
But reflecting Love’s true image,
is what I see in the message,
paid for by the Son's sacrifice,
to free mankind of every vice.