The fire which forged his visage,
Unchecked still callously burns,
Melts away all meaningful measures,
The wanting heart still yearns,
The pastor preaches grace,
For that which cannot be reached,
Too far away since Adam,
And sought by all since Eve,
Rising before the rooster,
Singing the owl to sleep,
Failing to ever listen,
The hopelessly lost sheep,
The pursuit of perfection,
The sin of arrogance does remain,
Fail to grasp the torturous lesson,
Only His blood could obtain.

If you enjoyed this, take a look at some of my other poetry.

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