Her Glorious Plan

She had my mind and I was giving her my heart,
Little did I know of her design for my soul,
When I saw her again she was clawing at my skin,
The lines of age show where she has hold.
She's inside my mind and never will she end,
For there never was a time when she did begin,
As long as there's man walking the earth,
Alongside him will be walking his sin.
She's pure as the drift of snow on the shore,
She's the anchor round your neck when you're trying to swim,
She's the trumpet at dawn-fall that hearkens the hunt,
She's the snake that will lead you to the apple of sin.
She stole my mind, she stole my heart and she tried to steal my soul from me,
But there lay the flaw in her glorious plan for my heart cannot love if my soul isn't free.