Of Course

Sin will run it's course, as it courses through your vein. The taste will fill your mouth; the taste of bitterness and pain. Your eye shall start to sparkle, just before becoming black; and you'll think that you are dying of a sudden heart attack. The rush of Roaring River will carry you away; to dash your soul upon the rocks until you start to pray. Yes, sin will run it's course as it courses through your vein. Til it has swept away the hopes and dreams that you would gain; and you're left there torn and broken; the pieces all stung out. You're left there all alone to die, while none can hear you shout. Until you cry for Jesus, "LORD! Come and rescue me!" He comes upon the willing Wind. He hears your feeble plea. He tends to all your tears and breaks, and helps you to your feet. He wraps you in His garment, and He gives you food to eat. Yes, sin will run it's course, as it courses through your vein. Til Jesus sets your course; a course upon a higher plane.