Once Upon A Shadow, Deep Inside A Dream

Sin and Salvation

What is it?
It creeps upon me, slowly.
What is it?
It slithers on its belly, lowly.

How do I know,
That it is there?
I try not to show,
That I really do care.

What matters here,
Upon my very soul I bare,
The blackness of my heart's mirror.
Now is that really fair?

Do you really understand,
What it is that I'm telling you?
Now, I hold it in my hand,
As it stares at me, 'tis true.

Can I escape this evil thing,
Which mockingly stares at me?
All of me wants to fling,
It to the nearest tree.

It clings and grabs and smells of mildew,
Old and musty, if you please,
And a lot of times when the winds blew,
Its stench rose up through the trees.

And yet I cling to it,
With as much eagerness as letting go,
Upon my hand I allow it to sit,
Knowing it will soon show.

Do I dare dream of being free,
From this retched beast of death and hatred,
Which holds continually onto me?
I, as well as you, bleed red.

Compassion I do not seek,
But freedom from this demon,
Which causes me to reek,
A stench that clouds the sun.

I can be free if I'll call out,
Upon the Name that has power in itself.
I can yell it with a shout,
And promise not to put Him on a shelf.

Will He help me this time,
Since many times I have betrayed Him?
Will He forgive me one more time,
If I humble myself before Him?

I know the answer is yes,
He will forgive me again.
He will free me of this mess,
He will save me from my sin.