Poetry in Spoken Word by Tracy Kocsis - HTML preview

THE WEIGHT OF SIN

Are you comfortable with the weight of sin?

Are you satisfied when you cast your eyes

Upon the filthy rags that adorn your

Flesh and bones?

There’s is a distinct stench to sin

Like the burning of a rotten beast,

Like the scorching of souls

Burning on the floor of despair..

I carried the weight of sin.

I was robbed of my heritage,

And my inheritance.

My most-trusted friend abandoned me

When I needed her the most.

There is sin born of our own flesh.

There is the sin of a trusted friend.

There is a savior that sits upon

The highest throne, reaching out his hand

To welcome me home.