Unrepentant sin leaves its "marks", and there is no peace with God. Thankfully, and to His everlasting credit, He pursued me.
My son, do not listen to evil advice All who follow will pay a price Daughter, do not adopt a sinful lifestyle The lustful path is sure to beguile Making peace with your sin And war with His truth Leads to corruption within And I am your proof I breached His boundary His restraints I cut But then came a quandary I was stuck in this rut The pressures of life Were weighing me down The cracks caused by strife Were a prelude to drown But God pursued He made an end to myself A reckoning ensued Reconciled to Himself That's all honor to God And dishonor for me My marks from His rod Are the lessons for thee Make peace with His truth And war with your sin Learn from my goof Let His blessing begin
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