There's a boiling
Hot water in a cup
Enticed by desire
Dipping the tea bag in.
There's a seeping
As steam rises up
And desire first conceives
Giving birth to sin.
There's a drinking
Sips small at first
But when sin's all grown
Death wants the win.
And there's a tasting
Bitter or sweet
A well-steeped life
The last drop's on Him.
James 1:14-15
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