Everyday a war is waged
Against self and life,
Against death and light
And every day we lose the fight
And prove ourselves unworthy.
Once again, the devil was right
Our hearts are readily his faithful understudies.
Meanwhile, our Creator formed us for the day He’ll be ready
Ready to remove we, His Image bearers, from this wretched universe.
What He built
And said was good– every tree of this earth
But the heart of man refused to yield.
He called his life his own,
And now, is reaping what he’d sown.