I danced on a Friday[From "Lord of the Dance" by Sydney Carter]
when the sky turned black;
it's hard to dance
with the devil on your back.
They buried my body
and they thought I'd gone,
but I am the Dance,and I still go on.
"But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was crushed for our wickedness [our sin, our injustice, our wrongdoing]; The punishment [required] for our well-being fell on Him, And by His stripes (wounds) we are healed." (Isaiah 53:5 Amplified)
- Lastly, and most despised: IRS officials - the Tax Collectors. So embedded in Sin they got their own classification.