WASHOUT

         I'm going through the kind of phase
         That happens now and then
         When all my simple Christian walk
         Reverts to way back when
         My comfort zone has disappeared
         I'm slithering on glass
         And all my gremlins come alive
         To recollect my past.

         There is no pride in what I was
         And could be once again
         I know I've been forgiven
         But it's driving me insane
         The nagging doubts bombard away
         They tell me of my guilt
         Destroying my relationships
         On which my strength is built.

         But just in time, as I go down
         A helping hand appears
         He pulls me up out of the sand
         That's sucking on my fears
         He puts me back upon my feet
         And dusts me down again
         I am restored to holiness
         Brand new and free from pain.