At such moments as I stop to reflect, on the inherent blackness of the human heart, my heart among all the rest, I am driven nearly to tears.

Anathema

My sin is abhorrent to me

and infinitely so to God

The blackness eats from the inside-out

and leaves the heart forever scarred

But thank God

An eternal pacemaker to replace

the heart that died

The eternal peace-maker grafted

and transplanted

to circulate new life

Think of the most creative and perfect machine ever invented, eaten up by rust and decay. That is what you and I represent, without the proper software to run as we were designed. Holy Spirit 1.0 if you will, no upgrades ever needed (used here only as an analogy - no disrespect intended to Almighty God)!