Where Sin Begins

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 "Sin begins the moment I abandon what I know is right.”


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Sin begins the moment I turn away,

Not in the fall, but in the sway.

No sudden break, no loud descent,

Just quiet shifts of small consent.

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A thought I soften, truth I bend,

A line I move to ease the end.

No witness there, no voice to warn,

Yet something fragile comes undone.

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I tell myself it matters less,

That ease is peace, that less is rest.

But deep within, a knowing stays,

Unmoved by all my careful plays.

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For right was never far or dim,

It lived within, it spoke within.

And every step I chose to stray,

Was one I felt-but turned away.

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Yet even here, the path remains,

Not lost to time, nor bound in chains.

For what I left, I still can find,

If I turn back with steady mind.

***

Not through shame, nor sudden grace,

But quiet truth I choose to face.

For sin may start where I depart,

But so does healing-

in the heart.

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