Puddles of Sin

Be careful my son; your stepping of fun; sin flows all around!
It seeks your life; causes strife; and wants to acquire your crown.
Sin won't prevail or hold me in jail; for my quest is just and true!
I'll fly someday; learn to obey; and conquer the foe for you.

So off I went from day to day leaping the puddles of sin.
No need to avoid; for pride was my guide, I was surely to win!
Sin won't prevail or hold me in jail; for my quest is just and true!
I'll fly someday; learn to obey; and conquer the foe for you.

On occasion I paused to experience the sin, but only my toe was in.
Encounter though brief, manifested its teeth, sunk them deep within!
Though a wound; I resumed; jumping the puddles of sin.
My spirit would flow; my body did slow; so I was reaching the end.

Sin won't prevail or hold me in jail; for my quest is just and true!
I'll fly someday; learn to obey; and conquer the foe for you.
My body did perish; my spirit did cherish; now I can truly fly!
I conquered the foe, now homeward I go, my Holy crown to try!