The Phantom

Take this weight off my back.
Tell me you're there, somewhere in the black.
This life is dark and cold,
Just a remnant of the days of old.

"All I need is one more day,"
At least that's what I say.
How do I keep lying to my face
When all I have left is this empty space?

This phantom comes back to haunt me,
Continuing to taunt me.
It lets me know that I can't do it on my own,
That I will always be alone.

If I continue to listen to it,
I'll be lost, I fear.
"I've got to do something,"
I think, as I let drop one tear.

Slowly I realize my only hope,
A man with scars stands there on the slope.
As he holds out his hands, battered and bruised,
I begin to sob, for I know he's been used.

He offers me a gift, something I need.
I run to his feet and fall to my knees.
I beg him for mercy, which I don't deserve.
He smiles at me and laughs to calm my wretched nerves.

Finally I rise, no longer feeling ill.
We walk hand in hand to the top of the hill.
There in the valley what I see, I'm amazed;
Countless people were lost, but now they are saved.

The phantom no longer haunts me, save in my memories,
Since that day on the hill I fell to my knees.
The man who took me is there evermore.
He stands strong and victorious, my Beloved Savior.