I cannot shake the feeling of judgment,
that I carry upon my shoulders high,
fallen from grace my soul I fight to repent,
as the winds I met before carries a sigh.

I lost my soul in the wilderness of blinded sin,
and darkness took me under its heavy wing,
worn down, dead and cold I badly caved in
but in the blackest pit of me hope I heard sing.

I do not know why God gave me a chance,
others died who had just as good a heart,
but the door thrown open gave me a glance,
of something unseen that found me a new start.

I now walk this land with the staff in my hand,
the one which been waiting there all my life,
wherever the Lord wants me I shall steadily stand,
awaiting the signs to touch and ease the strife.