We are born sinners.
We will die sinners.
But our sins do not define us.
Nor do we define our sins,
Only God can do that.
We are not our sins,
But rather,
We are everything else.
We are our good deeds,
Our kind words,
Our human,
Yet ephemeral
Souls.
We are indefinable,
Inexplainable,
But glorious in our demise.
Yet first we rise,
And then do we fall.
And only our souls remain.
And still we cannot be confined,
To insufficient explanations.
The truth sets us free.
And the truth remains,
That we are more,
Than the sum of our parts.