The Sin of the Time

Oh, how I fell to the Sin of the Time!
It was there, so present, and none would
Render a recompense for its evil!
Until my tender heart said, "No more!"
And I was laid to burden under a heavy yoke.
There, my soul was crushed by Presbyterian preachers
And there my soul was surrounded by bloody men.
And out I came, and suffered under the yoke of Babylon
And then Satan whispered Sin into my ear;
So I will say, "'twas me."
I blasphemed in my heart and soul
And I committed a miserable offense against myself;
But, I still honor you Jesus
Lest you shake me off like a wasp
And smash me against the bricks.
You, only You know how to destroy me so utterly.
Yet, Bunyan and many other martyrs had the same
Whispers of Satan in their ears,
As Christian was beaten at Doubting Castle.
Let prosper me, and my soul...
For I am helpless my LORD, against it.