Sin is just a string which we are all on the more sin we commit The stronger the string becomes The stronger it is, the harder to break
When we are born We have one string on us As we become older More strings appear
Pretty soon we become Satan's marionette His own little soldier Even though we reach this point at least once in our lives We can always turn back to the Lord, Jesus Christ
Though the strings may be hard to break Through the power of the Lord We will overcome.
Ok, please be kind. I wrote this one about 19 years ago. Hard to believe I still have my old high school works. I have not tweaked it any. This is it in its raw form. It was published in a poetry journal. Again, please be kind.