Washed in the Blood of Jesus

I can see the blackened filth

In every corner of my skin,

A thick and hardened crust

That rots me from within.

My fingers scrape and tear

At the gruesome coat of grime.

Not a soul or substance in the

World can free me from this slime.

Tears smear my dirty cheeks

For my ever burning stains.

I fall to my knees defeated.

Of my hopes not one remains.

Desperation swells in me

And I scream into the air.

I plead and sob for all I’m worth,

For all I live and care.

In answer it begins to rain,

Rain rich and red as a rose.

Falling thick and heavy down

Until it soaks through my clothes.

It touches every inch of me,

Every finger, hair, and fold.

It slips into my thirsty mouth

And tastes so sweet and cold.

As blood pours over my body,

I laugh and cry in delight.

I can finally see my skin again,

A clear and glowing white.

Each heavy layer of brown

Gently slides off and dies.

After hurting me for so long

They crumble before my eyes.

Washed in the blood of Jesus,

Blood innocent and void of sin.

I’m rid of that blackness covering me,

For through Him I’m born again. 


Comments:
 
SapphireCat   SapphireCat wrote
on 1/13/2009 1:10:20 PM
thank you so much! :D

danicpa68   danicpa68 wrote
on 1/13/2009 11:55:57 AM
This is wonderful. I love your poetry.

G_Money   G_Money wrote
on 1/9/2009 9:35:59 AM
Very good imagery. Nicely done :)

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