How wicked must be
the heart that suppresses
the truth of God. A heart
that would lie to its host. Deception
so grave, that one would
choose death over the free
gift of life.

How attractive is sin
that in my deceit I
would exchange the truth
of God for a lie. Vile passions
my aim, their end the grave.
A fleeting pleasure, slave
to its end, death.

How unrighteous my motive
to create a god in my
own image. One that excuses
my sin and rewards my
unfaithfulness. To call good
evil and evil good. To suppress
the truth, to reject life.

Who can stand before
the Almighty? Who can bear
His visage. What can be known
of Him has been clearly
revealed, plain to see.
God Himself has shown
this, yet we refuse Him