All around us,

Does surround us,

Lives inside us,

Sin’s vile virus.

 

Thousands of ways,

Through all our days,

Man’s unseen haze,

Denies God’s ways.

 

All are to blame,

This deadly “game,”

“Virtue” we claim.

Our pride aflame.

 

On nightly news,

In our church pews,

Opiates and booze,

With God we snooze.

 

From age to age,

My “self” the gauge,

My life the stage,

“Justified” rage.

 

God’s quarantine

Can make us clean!

The cross the scene!

A new you? Seen!