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Sin is full disregard of God, a strife,

against His Love and Reign; and with a sting

that always causes me the less to cling

to that old rugged cross that gives me Life.

Dear God, by now one would think I should learn

(this body dust, and to dust must return)

that, while this dust lives, sin will always sprout

from it; and, mocking my faith, find me out,

until I kill it with such fierce contrition

its roots will die and I will have remission.

And yet, the faith that I once dared to spurn

received me back, nor left me in slow burn,

but led me back to find, most eagerly,

the fellowship of Salvation's mystery;

and Grace's merciful abundancy;

and prayer, as a staff to lean on worshipfully;

and the Faith's stellar spirituality.

Starward