Our friend named sin showed us his game, we laughed and we played straight to our shame.
The laughing got silenced, the fun ran away, nothing was left but a dark mood of grey.
Sin left a burden, which we couldn’t bare, that weight was called guilt and stuck like despair.
Sin got a plan, he said with a smirk, gave us a broom, put us to work.
We kept sweeping that sin, with the broom he had gave, but the pile got bigger, smelt like a grave.
Then sin made a rug, black as can be, to cover that guilt, said no one would see.
We swept and we swept, full of regret, our guilt was too great, we couldn’t forget.
So God, big and strong created a plan. He would come down to earth, in the form of a man.
Not only that, he would go a step further, from carrying our sins to planning his murder.
He would carry those sins, which we want to hide, all that shame & regret, on his back & his side.
He died on a tree, where we should have been.
It was our sin and guilt, that got Jesus pinned.
That rug and that broom hadn’t dealt with the pest; the sin was still there, in the middle of our chest.
But that man named Jesus who died in our place, had made a special formula, to wash out that space.
It was stronger than bleach, and better than soap, it had a super ingredient, giving men hope.
A broom, like a cross might be made out of wood, but it can’t clean our mess, against guilt it’s no good.
It takes an agent quite pure, spotless and clean, stronger and better than any washing machine.
A broom shares the stain when sweeping our sin; it took the blood of God’s son to clean off our skin.
See, sin lost its grip of our throats one day, when Jesus beat death and rolled the stone away.
Stop sweeping your sin and hiding your shame, it’s the love in God’s heart that takes away pain.
Call out to Jesus, give up that plight, stop striving and hiding, you can’t win that fight.
It’s a daily surrender, an exchange of that load; we take the light one, the heavy he stowed.
