Held captive to the devilish monster named Sin,
Dark and evil deep down within,
Its claws digging deeper inside his soul,
Hurting him worse than any mortal pistol,
Its fiery hot breath breathing down his neck,
Its stony evil eyes keeping him in check,
The rough rope wrapped around him,
Is keeping him a captive to his worst
Nightmare: Sin,
He screams in terror as he drowns,
Under the unbearable weight of Sin keeping him down,
His greatest dream is to one day be free,
But he’s too battered and weak,
The monster laughs and taunts him,
Saying, “Ha, you can’t get rid of Sin!”
But then that’s when the tables started to turn,
A grip confident and firm,
Grabbed and pulled this demon monster,
As it fiercely tried to push and wrestle,
And nailed it to the old rugged cross,
Then Jesus set free the young man that was lost,
And looked at him with eyes shining with love,
His touch as gentle as a dove,
And said, “Son, your strength comes from above.”