The size of sin is as small as a grain of sand But separates between wide ocean and dry land It's bigger than bad habits It's a matter of man seeking for Gods spot following in the same pattern as Adam It's deep rooted, were the seed of our broken family tree Branching out limbs of disease, look at this mess we leave This weight of wickedness is heavy as lead Trying to catch its descent's like stopping a falling rock in a spiders web It's thin silk thread begins to snap And all that's left is the residue that sticks between the cracks It all ends with a slip, into a bottomless pit Grips the heart in a mans chest, til swallowing death Sipping from the glass of Gods wrath and genuine justice A just judge must summons for infinite punishment And when he applying were undeniably liable The smallest white lie is enough to be indictable The size of sin so big it causes a cosmic fraction And hell is the only relevant response to righteous reaction This is what our sinful actions actually earned us But God took upon himself the weight of sin reserved for us A weight so significant That only the blood of an innocent one is acceptable and worthy So rather than make light of it, or minimize the size of it We should marvel at the magnitude of mercy