When does planning become pride? When is preparation a lack of faith? When is asking forgiveness abuse and no longer a cry for grace? When do admiring eyes become ones that want to see her in lace? Why is it a deadly sin to set down rest for haste? Why is justice so close to hate? Why are dividing lines so thin? Why is it so hard not to sin? How can God not sin, is it because you are truly good or simply because no creation can match your rage? You call yourself a jealous God and tell the pot it has no right to ask why it has the purpose that was made. I don't use words in rebellion. I don't desire these questions to be sin. But will you accept a twisted and screaming hymn? I see the falsities in my heart. The ways it clings to the dark. How can those facts be in line? If your perfect image is my design. For man sinned before he fell. Then how can you throw a mirror into hell? Does it rip your soul to shreds? How can any entity survive eternal dread? I see your children tear one another asunder. A woman gave birth in a tub and held her child under. There is a mass murder with medals that is an army gunner. There is a man who employs the homeless and has a garage with seven hummers. There is a politician who's broken every law i could think and still sets upon endless plunder. There is a father who beats his family and is applauded as a drummer. There are devouring beasts that claim your name for only a summer. The heat burns my skin, and those eternally cold claim your light. I'm a sinner i have no right. But i must ask how you saw all of me and didn't smite? I suppose what I'm saying is i don't understand your might. Or how you let all this darkness hide from your light. When does planning become pride? When is preparation a lack of faith? When is asking forgiveness abuse and no longer a cry for grace? When do admiring eyes become ones that want to see her in lace? Why is it a deadly sin to set down rest for haste? Why is justice so close to hate? Why are dividing lines so thin? Why is it so hard not to sin? If I'm made in your image how come the man i see in the mirror is so grim? You must thank that I'm not God. Because I'm not Omniscient but have still seen enough to have good reason to wipe humanity from earths face. My only conclusion to this endless sin is that all this is to learn gratitude for endless grace.

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