The guilt that comes along each day
Arrives in many darkened ways.
At times it is the guilt of sin
That rides so heavy on my skin.
At others there is deep regret
Of time that I have poorly spent.
Each day my burden seems to grow
With sins that drop my visage low.
And nearly every state of shame
Bears down its full force on my name.
Oh, that my sin would bring to me
Remorse for what I’ve done to thee.
Then all my guilt and shame would move
My heart to your forgiving love.
