The Fall

The misery of our fall,
Arises rather naturally,
From the greatness of our sin.
For sin against Infinite Love,
Deeply fractures and mars the soul,
Evincing a consuming separation
From the presence of Him
Who is Infinite Love:
Bruising the very person of God.

To have failed our obligations,
And to have so fallen
From all Glory and Blessedness,
Begets an anguish deep in the heart;
The misery; the wormwood; and the gall:
Because to every purpose,
There is a time and a judgment.
Therefore, the misery of man
Is great upon him.

We are torn asunder.......bereft,
And lament of the ends
For which we were created:
To walk daily, openly with Him,
And to partake freely
In His unbounded favor.
Being detached from these,
We live to no good purpose;
And we are truly, fundamentally lost.