Lay It Down
For too long it tortured me
You see
The guilty
Is free
For too long I carried it around
And found
Was astounded
By the sound
Of breathing a sigh of relief
No grief
The thief
Made disbelief
The hallmark of my shame
And blame
The game
Always remained
But I laid down my guilt and walked away
That day
I prayed
Then stayed
Gone from the burden of the hurt
To assert
Now alert
This convert
Letting go of the guilt and pride
Held inside
Free ride
He died
To save me from the past
To everlast
Life recast
To outlast
To outlast the guilt and pride and shame and hurt which I laid down so He could take it away
poem by David Terry
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