The Size of Sin

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