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.