Shame is the Name of the Game

Shame is a game that's played with our heads,

Maybe you get it from something you did in a bed.

It may be that time you stole or you lied;

Or when you were the reason someone cried.

Even those things you did as a kid,

You wish could be hid.

When it festers inside shame soon turns to guilt,

Now look at the pit you have built.

Something keeps reminding you of all that you've done;

It's a web that's been spun.

You can see a spider on it's way;

Death is looming, but is this the price you should pay, when you know the answer is to pray?

Was the shame and the guilt really that bad?

Now, you may say, "Yes, and I'm just so sad!"

Remember that Jesus died for our sins,

And He hopes everyone wins.

Don't let His sacrifice be null while you lay in your pit;

Realize that satan wants you to throw a fit.

The devil whispers in your ears,

And knows all your fears.

Let the Bible see you through,

It's really so easy to do.

Just say you're sorry with all your heart;

Now look, you're ready for a fresh start!