Hate sewn in the hearts of
its victims; my forked tongue burns
hot with guilt.
Sin, you bitter-minded foe!
How guileful of you to wound me.
My mouth spew hatred upon the
tender soul of a loved one.
My shame will forever be laden on
my soul 'til redemption is sought
and redemption given.
With mercy, received through His grace,
I am cleansed of this filth.
Your head I will crush; Sin, your
grasp is weak for He is my strength.
With Christ, all things are made possible,
for I am freed from your bondage.