Peeking out under the rock on my back
It cripples me, and saves me from the pyre
Serving me as both a weight and a flak
Still fragged by shrapnel from overhead fire

O Tantalus, much more than a story
How greedy was he, grasping for a drink
Just treading water that's plenty for me
Deeper underwater I feel I shrink

Alone, I put the rock on my own back
Or rather, like a bug I crawled under
The light, often avoided in the cracks
For my sin and greed, there is no sunder

I cannot remove myself from my sin
I deeply need my god and savior
Without salvation I wear grossly thin
I should daily thank him for his favor