A sinner looks in
And rejoices at his condemnation
He is free
To stray from the path of righteousness
No longer bound by his morality
His conscience holds not weight
He is free
Free to damage his soul and his body
A sinner looks in
To find himself worse than he was yesterday
His belief is fading
His freedom becoming chains
A sinner looks in
A crying man confronts him
A broken soul looks on
A sinner looks in
To ask for forgiveness
To beg to be whole again
A man looks in
Still a sinner
Partially broken
Like glass after a bar fight
Never being made whole again
His condemnation now his own
He learns now that forgiveness was always his
Never to be traded
For the sins he had committed
A sinner looks in
To remember
His reason for living
To notice the moments
When his sins meant more to him
Than his own salvation
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