My enemy is not the black or Jew,
The next-door neighbor or the former spouse,
The terrorist, the atheist or you.
The enemy is in the bone-cage house.
No matter whether I sleep or wake, he beats
Like mad to push my blood to other parts.
Impostor! Promising me life, he cheats
Me out of it, my enemy, my heart.
He is the field where Sin takes root and grows
Until the face of God is blotted out;
Then tyrant Sin commits a felony
And pays his wage, the wage of death, he owes.
Deceitful heart, let Jesus in, so Doubt
And Sin will drown in blood He shed for me.