I see the crisp, shiny red
And feel the worries of the dead.
I hear regret sound in my ear
And the weight of guilt is my fear.
The blood of sin drips from my arm
The love of promise turns to harm.
I dare not breath, for here he comes,
Pounding out salvations drum.
I hide my face, in fear of light.
I turn away back to the night.
Love calls my name and beckons me
“come back my child, I’ll wash you clean”.
The repenting words roll from my tongue
And with new hands, life has begun.