I stand here as Eve in a garden of imperfection.
Instead of a tree Iím surrounded by sin's many flavors of confection.
I downgrade my fig leaf to a smile shielding my shame with false protection,
pausing on the street corner of free willís intersection.
Led astray, I was tempted by a serpentís poisonous deception.
Religious church folk hijacking the godly and distorting my perception.
Muddying the view to the Living Waters with misconception,
while the rest of the world boils down love to a sticky residue of physical affection.
Receiver turned deceiver, I have become the infection.
Truth resting just above my radarís detection.
The world tells me to strive to be the ruleís exception.
Smiling and beckoning me to its rejection.
With my God, I am unable to make a real connection.
Realizing that I am without the gates of paradise upon closer inspection.
Falling to my knees left with no real direction.
Jesus answered my repentant cry with its high-pitched inflection.
Forgiveness bringing to my life the abundant lifeís injection.
Faith acting as a means for earthís natural selection.
For when I shine, itís merely His lights reflection.
Saved by my Lord and Saviorís resurrection.
Thank you, Jesus.
Honor, Glory, and Praise to the Most High
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