Worse than the deed itself, it lingers in my soul; a painful reminder of what I did.

Re-living the moment at the whim of a thought, my mind is lost in regret.

I'm blinded by the sorrow of a yesterday that doesn't seem to fade, Consumed by self hate, I push joy away.

Filled with disappointment, I fail to realize that several years have gone by. Isolated within myself, the true meaning of happiness depreciates before my eyes.

Like poison, it aims to kill its victim slowly, rendering them helpless subtly.

This doesn't have to be you, or me any more. Above our situation, we were made to sore. Our individual stories were written out of love.

We are predestined to be great, designed with finesse, by God above.

We will make mistakes, they won't make us. A great reminder of our victory is what was done on the cross.