The Process

Oh Guilt, how you have made my life a mess! With your constant gnawing upon my mind! This pain with which you arm yourself make less My faith, cringing from the sins you remind! Never do you cease from this drive of yours: To bring me to my breaking point, in tears. But such is the object in all such wars: To torment your foe for all of his years * * * Yahweh, how I have longed for your presence! With your hands, you lift me up when I fall. Due to your love, your son’s obedience, Guilt is no longer the master of all. So Guilt, oh master of condemnation, I am free, by the Lord of redemption.