Smelly Rags Stinky Man

I am just a filthy dirty human made of dust
Dirt formed as clay made by the hands of God
The only good thing in me is GOD spirit that dwelling in me
How can it be that I have intellect, blood flowing through vessels
And a brain the disciples like a computer I don't understand 
Sin is a choice it's a nature that is embraced and covenanted
By man's desire to be of pride and be a lair
How could I have embraced such a thing for my great-great-great-great-grandfather Adam Caused the downfall he brought in this thing called sin through wretched disobedience
Then a compromise then he tried to turn it all around by blaming it on God 
Mankind stinks this also includes women kind not as only by the nature of sin that we dwell 
It's by this through disobedience that makes us stinks and smell
We stink and surely hurt the nostrils of God
Being with that said that a second Adam had to be created
Brought down to earth to be reinstated
And now through all the chasms He chose to save us
A filthy rag 
But I am so glad 
That He was on the right hand of the Father
And H e said let me go down to save your children 
Save their souls 
Let me go Father I go, I'll be liken a clean perfumed the aerosol can
Send me Father prepare for me a body
That I may redeemed them
Though I smell of rotten stinking flesh 
So I may dry up and nothing but Dry Bones
 Will be left once my spirit soul is separated from my body  by death
I will be United with my holy Daddy, Father God in heaven 
Where I will be brand new spiritually no more odor, no more decay 
Mans no more dust for his God 
So in the spiritual realm with Him while we continue to live in Trust 
No more lies and mistrusts, stink and disgust

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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