by she did nothing wrong
yet she was all wrong
everything about her was wrong
her conception was wrong;
for she was conceived in sin
oh that she had a right birth
but No! her birth was further wrong
for in deep iniquities was she birthed
this sprang a thought in my soul;
that if her foundation be this wrong
what can her own righteousness do?
how can her own effort right this wrong?
I began to wonder in my thoughts
Why all about her was so wrong
Even though she did nothing wrong
Oh she was born of the corruptible seed
She was the image of corrupt Adam
She was a seed of born of unrighteousness
All must really be wrong with her.
Her parentage was of the wrong one
Though not her fault
Who will right this wrong?
Before this fault falters her destiny
To whom will she cry for her
For she was lonely, about dying and giving up
Then I heard a voice saying, come
Come unto me, I right all wrongs,
I turn things around, I make all things knew
Take my yoke upon you and learn of me.
It was all the comfort she needs, but
How did he know she was in need?
And who is he, to help and right her wrongs?
It was the sweet voice of the Just and only right one
Who makes all things right again,
Bright and shinning love that rights all wrong
She said, I am too bad, and worse of all broken,
I am damage beyond repair
He said, just come, I am the potter, let me remold you
She said again, but I stink and
the blood of my birth were not washed away
He said, I shed my blood for you, and it cleanses all stains.
She ponders for a while if all these could be true, then she asked
Just one, what must I do to be helped?
He said to her, come as you her, believe in me and I will help you
This is too easy she said? No sacrifice? No offering? No price to pay?
I should just come, she retorted …
While she looked on lost in deep thought, he waited
Wanting to know what she wants to do
Will she accept His offer or die in ruin?
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