It seems that I am always looking at your back, my Lord.
I groan while wrestling with the my burden of sin.
My steps are heavy, my head bowed low.
When will I get to see you face to face?
The enemy of mankind heaps
memories of my past sins upon my back
and giggles in glee at my plight.
Reach back and give me a hand with this load, oh Lord,
lest I am buried beneath this trash.
He has pushed so much of this garbage so deep into my soul,
I fear I will choke to death on it.
Deliver me from this load of guilt.
“First you must let go of the load, my son.
With my strong arm I will throw it away,
as far as the East is from the West.
Soon, yes very soon, your accuser,
the concoctor of your sins, will follow you no more.”
“I remember them no more.
Take heart, my son, it’s time for you to forget them, too.
Hold my hand and follow Me.
Turn a deaf ear to the Devil’s demands of ‘remember when…’
With your hands occupied in holding Mine, you cannot carry a thing.
Stand tall in my strength. Your straight back cannot carry a load.”
“Forgive me, Lord, for thinking you have turned your back upon me.
I now clearly see You before me, clearing my way,
making my path through life straight and narrow.
Forgive my sins, throw away my load.
Make straight my way.
Rebuke now, my enemy.
Turn his glee to misery.”