I Am of Dirty Soul Soiled
He's wearing his skin from the outside in full of sin
And even though he bleached his mind and heart
His choices that is chosen mallesons corrupt stinks
So he covers up with sin soaked clothing impart
This the life he's lives he inhale exhale sin
He walks and talks sin
He cries and spiritually dies sin
He's falling he's gotten up put this Telltale grin
He's falling but he now risen he knows now how to begin
Yet and still instilled he doesn't talk to the mountain
Paul is fellow humans tell him to Go Tell It on the Mountain
I go to my closet strip myself of my clothing
I go to my closet clear my empty out my heart and mind
Go to my closet and pray forgiveness and salvation
No I am washed my sins
Cleanse from my spirit to my soul
Washed not I'm whole
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2020
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