The grip of sin

we are caught in a desperate place when we are in the grip of sin

The gripping sins that we can’t imagine

Wherein God being an objective judge,

Brought hope out from beneath the pain

And vows can only be something our pledge.

 

In tone and moods to capture the aura

There lies a sense of ominous danger

In deeds where sin blames a new idea

Guilt carries the same tension of fear.

 

Pondering whether to confess or suppress

And swallow the whole dark enormity

Until penitent call the black light darkness

To ascend from the descending enmity.

 

In fright; we find insight of rules and dreams,

And get debasement to accept the blame

When our sins surface under the skins

We fail and fall being called by another name.

 

We believe ourselves to a different person

When the darkness of sin has passed away

We are here as survival of the faults we own

Although we could not take the blame willingly.