The Size Of Sin Testo

Testo The Size Of Sin

The size of sin is as small as a grain of
But separates between wide ocean and
dry land
It's bigger than bad habits
It's a matter of man seeking for Gods
spot following in the same pattern as
It's deep rooted, were the seed of our
broken family tree
Branching out limbs of disease, look at
this mess we leave
This weight of wickedness is heavy as
Trying to catch its descent's like stopping
a falling rock in a spiders web
It's thin silk thread begins to snap
And all that's left is the residue that
sticks between the cracks
It all ends with a slip, into a bottomless
Grips the heart in a mans chest, til
swallowing death
Sipping from the glass of Gods wrath and
genuine justice
A just judge must summons for infinite
And when he applying were undeniably
The smallest white lie is enough to be
The size of sin so big it causes a cosmic
And hell is the only relevant response to
righteous reaction
This is what our sinful actions actually
earned us
But God took upon himself the weight of
sin reserved for us
A weight so significant
That only the blood of an innocent one is
acceptable and worthy
So rather than make light of it, or
minimize the size of it
We should marvel at the magnitude of