Mortification of Sin
I'm weeding out
The death in me
And killing all
My enemies
I wield this sword
For victory
I'm waging war
On what's unseen
But God, my chest would like to think
There's still a heart of stone in me
And though my mortal flesh is weak
The son of man's alive in me
And he will kill what's killing me
So beat your ploughshares into swords
And consecrate yourselves for war
Against the men you were before
Who were crucified and are no more
But God, my chest would like to think
There's still a heart of stone in me
And though my mortal flesh is weak
The son of man's alive in me.
Though I've sabotaged those dear to me
And torched all that's in my vicinity
Though I've caused a cosmic mutiny
I partake in this divinity.
Though I've flirted with futility
And kissed the lips on infidelity
Though I'm drenched in my depravity
I partake in this divinity
Writer/s: JORDAN CHARLES SAENZ