We are comfort-seeking creatures
Who need purpose for our pain.
We make the tangible an addiction
If our emptiness remains,
Always seeking connection, but
Prone to webs of deceit.
Mostly wanting safety, yet
We let the past repeat.
How deliberate we have to be
To not slide down the trail
Our nature has laid out for us;
That we're born knowing well...
But redemption is possible
If our Maker has His way
And pulls us from instinctual lows
Up to His higher grace.
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