Do I really hate sin? hate evil?
Have I not welcomed and embraced him?
Turned from him with sadness and ache
As if losing a loved one?
Should I not turn from him with scorn and rebuke,
Be ashamed of his presence,
And feel noble for rising above him?
Why do I cry as if I miss him,
Rather than rejoice he is gone?
What is the reason I long for his presence,
More than I long for the true love,
Which has set me free?
Why do I rather toy with uncertainty,
Then follow wisdom and understanding confidently?
What have I missed that has made me
so weak to not recognize what is evil,
and shudder in it's name,
Weep for those who I love
Who are lost within his clever grasp?
Why does my heart not ache and regret,
And mourn over what he has done?
This I say is the greatest tragedy,
This is my tragedy,
In which I hardly recognize.