So I rolled a boulder, big deal.
I tricked faith, a roulette to win.
Postponing, lying. My final zeal
was luring a hidden goal within.
I was pushing a boulder uphill.
My efforts were wearing me out.
This rock was crushing my will.
Heartbroken, I cried out loud.
You opened my heart with oil.
It is not by might, nor by power,
but by my spirit. Words that roil
my weary heart, it felt like scour.
I turned from a death end road
to life, when my pride I swallowed.
