To Commit a Sin

Every time I commit a sin
I bury the whip into His flesh.
From those stripes, His blood is shed
Hoping I will submit.

I swing the hammer with such force
The nails pierce His hands and feet
His blood pours out to cover my sin
A Lamb is slaughtered on Calvary.

Every time I commit a sin
I deny the Savior’s love for me.
He submits to torture, repeatedly
He is blameless – He dies for me.

Will I “choose” to sin again?