The cost of sin is life
against which we strive.
Both life, and with it sin,
the struggle here within.
Salvation from shackles and chains,
in Christ only freedom remains.
But with chains we continue to play,
trying to make white out of justified grey.
Greater joy remains, yet, for those,
where love and obedience grows.
White fields and orchards ripe,
in Heaven, our greatest delight.