The size of sin is as small as a grain of sand
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 Adam
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 lead
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 pit
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 punishment
And when he applying were undeniably liable
The smallest white lie is enough to be indictable
The size of sin so big it causes a cosmic fraction
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 mercy
Writer(s): Courtland Urbano, Thomas Joseph Terry, Bryan L. Winchester
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