Marks
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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
Copyright © Randy Johnson | Year Posted 2020
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