Born with sin and blood,
Cursed existence.
Blood, sin, hatred, and curse are constantly suppressed,
They are like a seed, constantly planted, sprouting, taking root and surging in the heart.
Until one day it all breaks out.
Redemption, hope, dependence.
You stretched out your hand to me, but it was not your salvation.
I hold your hand back, not to redeem you.
Neither you nor me are the salvation of anyone else.