By Adam’s sin we’re Devil’s food;
He wants to suck us in.
The one way out is Jesus’ Rood:
The death of our own sin.
In us Two Adams are at war
In every human chest;
God’s image in us we have marred,
Since Eve chose not the best.
But by our choice we also fall
Each time we choose self-will
And fail on Jesus Christ to call—
We know He will us kill.
With fearful longing we see Tree
Where death and new life grow.
Why must we die to be sin-free?
That death will hurt us so.
Oh, help me, Lord, to make that choice;
Your nail-scarred hand I clutch;
That human scream is my own voice
As Cross does my heart touch.
But then a taste that’s bittersweet
Does touch my sin-parched tongue;
At last it’s Christ’s own joy I meet—
My sin on His Cross hung.
Now dead to sin, alive in Him:
New life in Holy Rood.
At last all free from sin I am–
No longer Devil’s food.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 