Sinner or Saint?

What then shall be the path for me?

A sinner or saint, which shall I be?

That of the sinner seems so sweet

Carousing and dancing to a heartbeat,

That of a saint appears dull and dreary

Struggling against sin makes one so weary!

Through life's highest highs what does it matter

If one is simply to enjoy

Sin through which the enemy doth flatter?

But through life's lowest lows we ponder

In the valley of darkness

What is that voice that calls us up yonder?

Shall we then be sinners on the hilltops

Living without care

Yet turn to be saints in the valleys

Living in prayer?

Such a life would be unstable at best

Indeed dangerous

What shall we say when we come to rest?

If we are caught on the hilltop

Doing as we please

Shall we come with a skip and a hop?

If we are caught in the valley

What shall we reply

When asked why we lived in such folly?

Yea, what shall it be

Sinner or saint for me?

Perhaps I ask awry such things

As one may ask

Is it for me to choose my task?

Am I not simply what nature brings?

Of nature shall we speak

Therein lies the answer we seek

But of what is my nature?

Am I a beast?

Or am I a creature

Made of dust?

A beast perhaps

Formed to the demise

Of those considered to be unwise

Thus would I be, simply

A product

Of that surrounding me

Oh, but can it be true

That my life

Is one that I cannot rue?

Yet still I find another law

Grasping good and evil

What is the purpose of this flaw

That I have a will?

Am I then a creature

The image of Another?

Yet I am not perfect

Am I then a defect?

Perhaps there is still reason

Why we are here for a season

Could it be to undo the harm

By yielding to the Creator's charm?

Can a sinner, such as I

Become a saint

And be welcomed on high?

Oh, but is there a way

For my darkness

To become bright as noonday?

The Creator has paved

A path for the lost

Those who have craved

A meaning; at great cost

The cost of blood

Shed by the innocent,

Perfect Son of God

For those who are penitent

For to accept such a price

Must we be willing

To take His advice

And to live by His bidding

In such a life have I found

That which I seek

Answers to questions profound –

That sinners ought to be meek

I am a sinner indeed

In need of a Saviour

Who knows of my need

In that same hour

It is a great wonder

I'll do well to ponder

That a sinner such as I

Is made a saint

And can reacquaint

Myself with the Most High!