A twinge of guilt I hear.
That cricket chirping in my ear.
A conscience cut down to the bone
Of things I’ve said or thought or done.
I’ll try to push it down.
That nagging voice I’ll drown
Out of my head with other things.
But back to life it always springs.
Until I go to one who can
Forgive me once and then again.
He’ll cleanse my bloodied conscience free.
Redemption offered; grace received.