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.