It hangs like a weight around my neck
The things I've done, the things I've said.
Exposed, my plan buried me instead of him,
And now shame floods and surrounds, pulling me lower.
They call it gravity, but it feels like guilt.
I dream I am somewhere else, and no one knows
The Things I've done, the things I've said.
But when I open my eyes, I'm still here in my bed,
In the town where no one knows, but everyone should.
In the town where I'm stalked like a lion.
Just when I think the death sentence is coming,
When my life is about to end,
He speaks.
He takes the weight.
Removes the chain.
Lifts it with words.
And I am light again.
Alive.
Forgiven.
Dead End by Jerry B. Jenkins and Chris Fabry