Unnamed Guilt

I'm lying upon the familiar bed

A life's worth of thoughts besieging my head

Pain rooted deep in my heart

The blackness has enveloped body and mind

Shapes impossible to distinguish kind from kind

I'm confused as to my role or part

Reflecting on the day I could have done better

Accomplished more, held the law to the letter

Now I see pride has had its way

For it's not in my ability to attain perfection

Now I hear an old, old voice in the softest inflection

"Listen, once again, to what I have to say."

"It's not you, my son, who carries the world

Where is this 'drain' down which you've swirled?

You're becoming a man just as planned"

"Don't worry about who you were before

I love you completely, do you need any more?

No one can pry you from my hand"

So there in the black, surrounded by gloom

Where a minute before was all encompassing doom

I lay my head on the Savior's breast

Grace is a thing not readily understood

For I'd try to earn His love, if ever I could

But by His wounds I have eternal rest