Shackled by the chains of regret,
Of sins found in my past,
Chained to the restraints of yesterday.
Wondering if my strength will last.

The voices come, constantly reminding me
Of everything I’ve done wrong.
If this is what life entails,
How can one attempt to be strong?

Isn’t each day a chance for new beginnings;
Is there no hope in redeeming my life?
Isn’t this all a part of the process—
This pain, this loneliness, this strife?

There must be something more to this,
Must be something, Someone I need.
I’ve tried all the pleasures of this world,
But none have planted that seed.

Nothing fills the gap found inside;
Nothing fills this hole in my heart.
Maybe it’s because, this entire time,
My life wasn’t mine from the start.

I once heard this amazing story
That just happened to change all I knew.
It’s a story about a man, a cross, and a grave
And all the torture, for love, He went...