I feel the flesh on my bones weighing heavy and dense.
As my muscles within, sporadically grow frightfully tense.
I feel my spirit spiraling down towards weak.
Every time I part my lips to courageously speak.
A million sins cause my death, their hands wrapping around my throat.
Desperately grasping my freedom that originally arrived by boat.
Forcing my cooperation swirls of wine trickle droplets onto my tongue.
Unhealthy air chokes me as it moves thick throughout my lungs.
A world surrounded by dangers caused by violent adjectives, verbs, nouns.
Words roll off my lips easily; into your ears they are forever bound.
Never winning battles as I fight harsh hate with pure love.
Evil and violence always seem to be the only ones to overcome.
As I travel steep hills and climb rocky mountains,
My only one true goal is to reach a place filled with peace once again.
I pray God washes away my piles of sin, wrong, and lies.
And I ask your understanding the next time you look in a sinner’s eyes.
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