|Error Of Arrogance|
What'ere tomorrow holds in store
Believe with all your soul
That your are Captain of your ship,
Commander of your fate.
E'en though you try to be so hard
It's not about control
Whether your perceptions' flawed
Is subject for debate
Perfection in it's human form
Will ever only be
Personified in He who bore
Our sins with silent love
Assuring with this sacrifice
The chance for you and me
To scream impotent epithets
For the "unfairness" of
This earthly life for which He paid
The ransom of His blood
So such as we would never have to bear
Through life alone
The burden of imagining that meager effort could
With wanton disregard undo what God has done.
So, while you strive to gain control
Until the end of days
I, content, submit my will
To He who bore my Cross.
If you would seek redemption,
Merely close your eyes and pray
Have Faith in Him and you will never be
Jesus Believes in you!.
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