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?