The Man of Clay

I am King of this castle of dross and straw.
By birthright, my crown is a yoke tied to the law.
As I plough through the earth, my brow doth sweat.
I am hence like my father, much to my regret.

How poignant is this soil, the source of my depravity.
This grave that grips me grievously with its great and ghastly gravity.
Surely, he died, and to me he bequeathed it all.
Such is my legacy, from he who fell the fall.

He is to blame. He is to blame! That filthy man of clay.
So if I may, why oh God, why was I made this way?
He is to blame. He is to blame! That filthy man of clay.
Because of him I’ll die today, unless I find a way.

I am plagued by my bacterial existence.
A war is waged against my own ignorance.
Competing and consuming; dividing and reproducing.
Fleeting is my joy when each disparate desire is despairingly confusing.

Where it not for these earthly ears, I would not have been here to hear it.
To bear in mind, the good news He bore, that I can be reborn in spirit.
What joy doth creation yield that loves You with such imperfect behavior?
It matters not, for hell is hot, I accept You as my Savior.

He is to blame. He is to blame! That filthy man of clay.
So if I may, why oh God, why was I made this way?
He is to blame. He is to blame! That filthy man of clay.
Because of Him I’ll die today, unless I go the Way.

I repent when I commit, my illicit acts of sin.
But what good I do, if not for You, brings too, death within.
Because just as vexing and quite perplexing are the sins of omission.
But God knowing this, afforded my happiness, and gave to me this revelation.

Give glory to God first… then ask and you shall receive.
God gives to the grateful, lest I be deceived.
Though commanded, I can not be, perfect in every single way.
I can try to give Him all my thoughts for at least one imperfect day.

Hooray! Hooray! Cheers to that man of clay!
For now I see my immorality and all my wicked ways.
Hooray! Hooray! Cheers to that man of clay!
For how much sweeter will be immortality, on that great and dreadful day.

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