Can one turn and live in ways They’ve never done before? Can natural heart be bent around To do what’s not inclined? My way is mine and yours is yours. We seek our way so much, For this is how we’re bent. Yes, we’re bent, where God would have us straight. Formed in crooked shapes, we mar the earth, With ego goals for self—desperate, stubborn, And full of blame. We lay back in our carnal ease, Or press ahead with no true empathy or love For those we’ve left behind or who get into our way. The crooked heart can find No lasting peace and joy to fill the empty soul. O man, return to Him who knows you best, To One who made you from a piece of clay and spit. He knows your frame and how sin’s bent your mind Into crooked ways that only He can straighten out.
