In The Two Hands of a Sinner

In the two hands of a sinner,
Are two things struggling for his allegiance,
On the one hand, is everything he needs to be sainted,
On the other, is everything that will make him tainted,
While one hand points to the path to Heaven,
The other makes of hell a haven,
Only to realise too late that he’s missed a haven called Heaven.

In the two hands of a sinner,
Are two masters struggling for allegiance,
All have freedom to give,
But while one promises freedom from self and sin,
The other fans desires and wishes of the heart to gain sway,
Making a sinner free to destroy himself for now and hereafter.

In the two hands of a sinner,
Are two seeds,
Seeds that must be planted and watered,
But while one seed is of the kingdom,
The other can only sprout into a thralldom,
A tough choice remains on the sinner’s plate,
While his inherent nature is a fertile ground for the seeds of death and dishonour,
He must find a way of augmenting the nutrient content for the seeds of life,
The seeds of death are tough and can grow on the rocks of the heart,
But the seeds of the kingdom have good manners and only accept the good soil,
The Seeds of death is sown broadcast by the same agencies that sow tares,
But the seeds of the kingdom must be sown with weeping and self-sacrifice,
And watered with consistency and steps on the upward way,
Surprisingly all the two seeds yield a harvest greater than the the seeds planted,
And whatever seeds a sinner plants he must reap in abundance,
For the unchangeable laws of life have made itself clear,
That whatsoever a man sows, he must reap,
And when the conditions are favourable, the harvest must be plentious.

In the two hands of a sinner,
There are two explosives,
While one works to blow sin and its propensities,
The other is meant to blow sin and the sinner,
A great deal of thought must be exercised,
For whatever way, either of the explosives must be triggered,
If the sin is not detonated, the sinner must be blown sooner or eventually,
And the sinner will be guilty of hoisting by his own petard.

What is it you have in your hand?
Two elements; that saints or taints,
Two paths; that lead heavenwards or hellwards,
Two freedoms; freedom from sin and freedom in sin,
Two explosives; that blow sin and that blow the sinner,
Two seeds; of life and death,
Choose well!