I have seen the face of a man
With a smoldering black heart
Who scowls with cynicism
And sees no good in the world
Who shakes loose fruits of sin
From a vine of depravity
That entwines his soul
Like a serpent in the Garden
And I have seen the face of a man
Who radiates from within
Whose lips sing all praises
And speak no evil in the world
Who greets all strangers
As the very best of friends
Who has a heart of gold
And a soul to match