Guilt

Oh how we hold our head up so high

pretending to reach a God in the sky

but we worship our pain

and we wallow in dread

aww the sound of guilt became our god in its stead

we think ourselves capable of making this choice

as if we created this guilt ridden voice

sad is the human with so much to bear

the guilt and the pain always ever there

the ego inside us a seed once planted

became the voice of reason even though slanted

why do we listen to such a negative Nancy

or wear the clothes of the ego we think so fancy

what if what is taught is marvelously wrong

and we are allowed to sing a different song

does God truly wish for us to suffer

or are we using guilt as a giant buffer

the ego we lift and hold with such fervor

is the enemy at the gate you should send further

away from the door and our precious heart

turn away from your guilt and make a fresh start

listen instead to the spirits around you

they are speaking in words not to confound you

it is God’s greatest gift to lift up your life

to heal your heart from all of its strife

the sound of guilt suddenly missing

allows the gift of love to keep on giving

a new voice that sounds so loud in your head

Why ever did we listen to the guilt instead?