Guilty.
The gavel drops. Slamming down, ringing in my ears.
I can feel the weight of the sin I have willingly committed.
Was it worth it?
Of course not, nothing is worth the weight of the guilt and shame I feel.
Caught red handed. No time to lie, no time to fabricate a story.
One choice, own up and face the consequences.
Consequences, a word that sends shivers down my spine.
A sickening feeling stirs deep in the pit of my stomach.
I know I deserve the verdict. I know exactly the punishment I deserve.
Hope, hope is what I’m missing.
Is there light at the end of this tunnel?
I will let you know when I reach the end.
Until then, the darkness creeps into my soul.
Despair begins to call my name.
Depression becomes my only friend.
Guilty.
Always reminding me, never letting me forget. I am guilty.
I deserve what is to come. The hardships I am now destined to face.
Huh? What is this?
A man. A man steps in and say’s he will take my place.
Knowing the death that I deserve, He willingly trades for my place.
Guilt. Shame. Death.
He bears for me.
He bears for you, IF you let Him.