Men's Ways

Born in sin, shaped in iniquity
Raised with no rod to spare
It took a whip and hardened speech
All in hope to raise one better
But not all are perfect in walk

Built of mistakes
Raised in err
Be all man short of perfection
Weighed by God and found wanting
Just His Grace keeps us going

Watch our ways
From times behind
Bands of chaos and self killing
Destroying the world and everything natural
Unsatisfied hearts, thirsting for life

We are men and never perfect
We eat all and long for more
Creating a comfort to die within
And do we know but without care
For we are men, built of sin.

by Tinashe Mupedzapasi

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