A Sin Is a Sin Is a Sin

A poem about wanting to minimize the sins we commit while judging the sins if others

We are always equal as sinners.
for a sin is a sin is a sin.
But when we start to compare ours to other's
the door opens and
the enemy slides in.

The Lord calls us to give up control,
Give our whole lives over to him.
He leaves no room for our wiggling,
For there's no such thing as kind of a sin.

The Lord calls us to stop judging our peers.
Makes it clear we're no better than them.
Warns us when we point our finger
Our thumb points back to condemn.

God knew we'd always be sinners.
And because we couldn't atone we'd be lost.
Still, because he loved us so much,
He sent His own Son to die on the cross.

We are always equal as sinners.
for a sin is a sin is a sin.
But when we start to compare ours to other's
the door opens and
the enemy slides in.

Don't despair of being a sinner.
It's your nature you can be nothing else.
The key is to ask God to relieve you of sin.
And quit thinking you can do it yourself.

We will always be equal as sinners.
for a sin is a sin is a sin.
Let's stop comparing ours to other's;
Close the door
don't let the enemy slide in.
© Linda Troxell 01/10/17