Mark 1:44And
saith unto him, See thou say nothing to any man: but go thy way, shew thyself
to the priest, and offer for thy cleansing those things which Moses commanded,
for a testimony unto them.
Cleansing
I feel a peace wash
over me
as snow falls from the
sky.
Each flake falls
down all around
like my God
beginning to cry.
One by one His
sorrow mounts
the drifts are
formed by wind
Cleansing all my
spirit
for that which I
have sinned.
He blankets my soul
as the fields
in warmth His arms
surround.
A little wayward
shepherd
who was lost and now
is found.
I gather all the
wandering sheep
mere shadows in the
dark.
A shower of
unconditional love,
igniting their inner
spark.
A soul absolved of
impurities
the snow now turns
to rain
Restoring you to
innocence
now freed from all
your pain.
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