My sins are like boomerang darts that have my name on them
(That's because I made them.)
and when they come back to me it hurts like hell .
My sins always come back to me and even after I leave them at the confessional. I hear them repeated through my children's mouths or I get to observe someone doing something I once had done only to relive my sorrow and remorse.
11 For as high as the heavens are above the earth,
so great is his love for those who fear him; 12 as far as the east is from the west,
so far has he removed our transgressions from us.