To turn from truth the heart sets out its claim,
A willful step beyond the sacred line,
Where Scripture’s voice, though clear, they deem too fine,
And cast aside its wisdom for their aim.
The soul, unyoked, pursues a fleeting flame,
Its pride a torch to burn what once held sign,
Rejecting law where love and light align,
To chase a shadow clad in freedom’s name.
Yet still the page endures, its ink unbowed,
A call to turn from paths that twist and rend;
For though the will may spurn what God has sown,
His mercy waits where rebels once avowed.
Thus rebels choose: to fall or to repent,
Defy His grace or seek the soul’s ascent.
Passionately Pursuing Christ 