My Body Aches From The Weight Of Your Sins Poem by James McLain

My body aches, burdened by your sins,
Heavy shadows cast where light begins.
Each step I take, a struggle to endure,
Your deeds weigh down, a pain so pure.

The weight you bear, I feel in my bones,
In every whisper of wind that moans.
Guilt and remorse, an unending sea,
Their waves crashing, engulfing me.

Yet I stand strong, against the tide,
For in my heart, a fire won't subside.
I'll carry your sins, though they cut like knives,
In hope that one day, our spirit thrives.

My body aches, but I'll rise above,
With love and forgiveness, and strength to prove.