The Cure-All Bleach

Sin

left so many crimson stains

on a holy soul.

Jesus paid it all

And i own it all to him

Sin

left so many drimson stains

He washed me

white as new fallen snow

So praise the one

who paid my debts

and raised our lifes

up from the grave

Rising from the dead

all our sins

and crimson stains

left in the ground

never to be seen

by the one washed white

 

 





Poetry by Valerie
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Written on 2007-06-07 at 03:33

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
This is so true, so fresh and new!
A wonderful way to tell the world the best news ever!
I'm just awed!!!
Granddaughter you are wonderful!
2007-06-07


Kathy Lockhart
That He is Valerie. I love the title and of course the poetry has a wonderful message. : )
your auntie loves you
2007-06-07


binesh
This is something different. Very nice..
2007-06-07