My son, clench your fists
And let Him keep you from a deed such as this
Oh daughter, flee from the youth
Who think your beauty’s just a thing to abuse
Do you know her name?
Can you remember her face?
Or his her beauty just another thing for your eyes to trace?
Mark my words this will follow you
Long after you’ve put pride back in your hands
You’ve done this to yourself
Deconstruct your every effort
No religion can save you
There is no labor that can make you whole
You are the victim of your own circumstance
But is it you that you really war against
Are you weak?
Or are you wicked?
You are worth more than what you hold in your hands
Your sin does not define you
Nor do the thoughts/deeds of man
In Adam you fell
In Christ you stand
There’s been no end to your searching
But your labor’s been in vain
To find what you’d call purpose
And to seek a higher Name
But this hollow earth you’ve overturned
Has nothing left for you
And as you lie awake at night
You can’t help but know it’s true
But my friend, you’ve been lied to
For there’s a life that’s after death
There is hope in one called Jesus
And as He took His final breath
Your victory was won
As He hung upon that tree
And now Heaven’s gates are open wide
They’re open wide for thee
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