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It’s offered, a way out, it’s offered

but it seems I have preferred

to indulge in this wicked way

of life.  I have continued to play

not with toys, but with grenades.

Hope and serenity each fades

as I continue to hold the destructive device

in my hands, after pulling the pins.  My vice

is the deadliest weapon in the enemy’s arsenal.

My vice continues to be my own downfall,

as I succumb to the pressure of temptation

and continue to repeat my sin.

It’s offered, a way out, it’s offered

if only I would humble myself on bended knees

and seek your strength.  But in trying to please

my selfish lusts, I end up killing our relationship.

Why do I continue to attempt to sneak, to slip,

my sin in the backdoor, knowing that You

will always know of every speck of filth

in this house of Yours?  My filth

defiles Your temple.

It would be so simple,

It’s offered, a way out, it’s offered,

yet I refuse to let You control

this area of my life, which I stole

back from you, after giving you my all.

Clutching this sinful area of me, builds a wall

preventing me from seeing

the One the wall prevents from freeing

this sinfully rebellious wretch

which I am, as I continue to fetch

sin into the backdoor of my heart.

My sin is tearing me apart.

But it’s offered, a way out, it’s offered,

but sin, it seems I have preferred.