New Skin

What are we? What were we?
What have humans done to creation, and in turn, to the Creator?
We are not wholly to blame. The sickness that seeps from our veins, it destroys. Have we made it? Is sin a product of our own disregard to God's pure and perfect rule in Eden?
Partly.
Evil (and sin) crept out the door which we opened. We have provided it a portal to enter our lives, and like water, its nature demands that it drips in. But for now, we must realize that though we are not the essence of evil (quite the opposite: God's glorious creation), we have become so encrusted with it that our own traits of glory are cloaked behind a scab of transgression.
When cast in a light of holiness, only evil can be seen. We appear priests of Lucifer, delivers of death. We serve a sickening slave god. Black death. A turmoil of chaotic fury, swinging recklessly through the heavens, wrenching stars from orbit. A plague, an illness.
We have contracted iniquity, and we shall die of it.

And at that moment, as despair plays its havoc on a condemned soul... ...rescue.
The clouds part, and through the retreating darkness of the thunderstorm, shines hope. Like a spark igniting into a prism, that epic, striking love explodes at us. It slithers into a flame, into a raging fire, into a mad inferno. Our scab of sin shrivels like paper before a flame. And beneath: new skin.
We shall know no fear - only glory. When we see the joyous chorus praising, we cry the name of our lovely Redeemer.

"Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!"

He does not fail.
Evil no longer prevails.
He is our strength in the blistering gale.
He is our King, and He has torn back the veil.

He is Jesus. He is Jesus.