Even the smallest, most petty of sins,
Is connected to the largest evil snake.
That towering, invisible cobra,
Who tricks us with his slick debate.
Stealthy he lingers throughout our gardens,
Lying in wait, like a trap.
Wealthy he triggers us off guard
Then snaps shut to drag us back!
Oh despair and terror,
If even the smallest sins warrant death
Oh Fear then these grave errors!
How can we ever hope to pay these debts...
The world is now a maze of chaos,
Every city block awash with tears,
Of horrors and torments from our fellow men,
Only growing more sinister throughout the years.
Where then can we run to?
Whose hand can we reach out to grasp?
That one we already rejected,
That soul of the Messiah whose love does last.
Where then can we find still waters?
Where then some sweet relief?
Only at the fount of forgiveness,
In the stronghold of belief.
