Born into sin we all must die.
Until darkness is swallowed by Light.
Not until then does living begin,
the day overthrows the night.

The seed now planted seemingly gone,
this death is merely sleep.
Things unseen are the greatest of all,
with roots growing deep.

Planted near the river of life,
the seed becomes a tree.
Full grown from The Son's Light and Reign,
fruit abounds plentifully.

The creature defiles creation,
the Creator allows the fall.
Seperated by our sin,
restored when we answer the call.

copyright@Jeffery Allan Patton, USA

THE HOLY SCRIPTURES
ROMANS 6:23

For the wages of sin is death;
but the gift of God is eternal life through
Jesus Christ our Lord.