DEATH OF A SINNER

In sin we are born,

In sin, we live,

Our truth like a dirty rag

In the eye of the Almighty.

The sin of our forefathers.

Makes us sinners for generations,

Accepting the coming of Christ;

A sinless life begins.

An opportunity for a fruit tree

In the garden of Eden,

This time to make us clean,

In the presence of the Almighty.

Christ is the fruit tree,

Which we all must eat from,

To come back to God,

And be holy with HIm

A great opportunity indeed

To die forgiven, of my sins,

Washed away; forever forgotten,

To be with the saints.

Death of a sinner,

A great regret, indeed,

With the lifeline of Christ,

By his grace ,I shall never miss it.