"So keep your apple I have found a star / Inside of me where your sin used to be"

Original Sin Survivor for all the others Asked to take the fall for the fall of man I have done my best but no longer can Nor longer will because it made me ill Wearing poorly designed depravity Forced on me finding it did not suit me Because the curse of Adam does not fit I fail to feel depraved whatever I do Because I had nothing to do with it So crafty preachers trolling for control Find someone else to take advantage of The sin is yours and is not of my soul You shout but I will not listen to you As having escaped you I go my way Understanding your misunderstanding I spent most of my lifetime suffering Before I realized I could resist But the God who is love in spite of you The God I remember in November To whom if I should die before I wake I grew up praying for my soul to take Beckoning to me as you turned away Released me from the living death you had For me when he decided I go mad Escaping the hell you defend so well Since you feel you need hell for heaven's sake And for it to exist you must persist That same God you forgot remembered me And did me a favor or that is how I think of it after going mad now Setting me free to see differently Returning me to the garden today Where I am innocent though you are not Here in November now to remember In the garden of the God you forgot Learning by the tree of knowledge to see My mother did not give me sin but love And what you gave me was the memory Of your own sin which would not let me go But I had to go when I came to know You as the enemies of love you are As you controlled by tears so now I win Though bittersweet the right to laugh at last Simply by seeing the absurdity Of your outgrown unoriginal sin And now as I see you a size too small I who believed in the lies you told me See how you believed in nothing at all So keep your apple I have found a star Inside of me where your sin used to be And free now find that I am of the sky Of the sea of the earth and of the fire Recovering from growing up too fast And free to pray beyond the games you play My star is rising as I see my way By the light you hid and tried to deny In your perversion of the heart's desire When the sin was yours originally +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMX