Agency of Man

Thou started off frolicsome and naive,
Being wronged; thou couldn't conceive!
   With resolve thou didst bar the door,
Prepared thyself for the coming war!

From where doth all this evil spawn?
Thou had pondered through night to dawn.
   The answer is really simple indeed,
Pride allowed to plant insidious seed.

Easily thou didst let hate enter in,
Remember him following soon after sin?
   Fear being components of thine lock,
At the same door the Savior doth knock.

Perceiving the guest from heaven above,
Thou hast keys to exchange evil for love!
   The agency of man being at the core,
Soften thine heart; and open the door!