PLUMMET

A whisper comes into your brain

Planted as a septic grain

Radiating waves of doubt

Thoughts you can do nowt about

Worthiness goes down the pan

Condemnation paints a tan

Down into the mire you go

Goodbye Jesus, cheerio.

As you sink into despair

No one loves you, no one cares

All these lies are buried deep

By the past that loves to weep

Blame and allegations rant

Feel just like a cabbage plant

Wish that you could disappear

Even God, you don’t want near.

He will wait until you’re spent

Limp and cried out, buckled, bent

He will wait until you call

Arms outstretched to catch your fall

Dry your tears and mop your brow

Sit you down and show you how

Through His Son you can arise

From the ashes of your demise.