Sins
~ ‘Tis through God’s grace we're able to withstand
inane commissions of the human mind.
We question why, but never understand,
then search for answers that we’ll never find.
We scan our thoughts where evil bides within
and wonder where inside our goodness dwells.
We search in vain for causes of our sin
and pray to God divinity prevails.
To reason why is but a conscious fault
that binds our scruples to a moral heart.
Though questions why forever will be sought
thus, never letting clarity impart.
Be not dismayed, the answer is at hand,
as innocence receives the mark of man.
Copyright © Mark Massey | Year Posted 2024
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