How do you let go
And stop receiving blows
When you’re the only one who knows
The very lowest of your lows?
When you look up and you see
How other sinners are received,
Do you wonder worriedly,
“My God, what would they think of me?”
Because we think this way,
Tighter to the chest we play.
And I think it’s safe to say
This should be fixed without delay.
For when we all pretend perfection,
We dare to think it is protection,
And avoidance from detection.
It’s preventing resurrection.
When we judge each other’s sin,
Cradling our own within,
There’s no freedom to begin
Healing for us and all our kin.
So live in kindness with each other,
With your sister and your brother.
Then the darkness we will smother,
Giving grace to one another.
