Pilgrim's Paradox
We once did walk amongst the leaves;
Outside of Eden, Adam grieves.
I am thrice Holy, keep away;
Unclean sinners I yearn to save.
To keep My law cannot be done;
Because of love, I send My Son.
You are guilty, you must die;
I crush Myself to draw you nigh.
You grieve and sigh, for you are wrong;
Flee to My bosom, where you belong.
I have the victory and battle won;
My soldier, fight with armor on.
In trials you will be maligned;
Be glad; you are like gold refined.
You cannot boast of wealth or fame;
You boast the glories of My name.
My dearest, in this life you mourn;
You will be to My presence borne.
My son, the truth will set you free;
Take up your cross and follow Me.
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