Sin Deeper Than Skin

There is a sin
That goes deeper than skin.

It goes deeper than bone
And into the zone
Where you alone
Cannot get it out.

And for now, even the Spirit,
Though He descend like a dove,
Cannot or will not
Make us pure love.

So we groan for the day,
When Christ will say
"Rise!"
And we finally put away
This old, dusty frame
With its ancient shame
And leave it to rot where it lies.

And whether poetry or prose,
I dare not suppose
That I could even begin
To describe our new clothes.

But what I can pen
Is the end of sin,
Even the one that goes deeper than skin.