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why do we marvel when mortal men sin, priest, bishop, clergymen. we appear elated, relieved or proud, seeing others join the crowd. imperfection, the common thread, falling short we make our bed. misery likes company, the sentiment when, reveling in mutual sin. time ultimately shows sin's personal price, consequences suffered, not so nice. all stand alone, to give an account, there's a wage for sin, no doubt. death is sure and we go empty-handed, left or right, what's commanded? left for those who knowingly rejected Christ's free gift given to the elected: right for those who accepted willingly, avoiding hell? misery likes company. |