POEM:- come to the pool How ugly U look in those filthy garments And alas they re not yours, u borrowed them, Oh! How dirty, smelly and scary u appear, And how did you descend so low? Yet, there is a pool, Dripping with the purest blood, Empowered to atone and cleanse, Yes! Out every dirt, and filth of sin And in its dispel the fragrance of care, Of power, love and of sound mind But who burnt this bone into lime? Dearest, would u not come and wash? Come, for you it has been made ready, The ever-present help in times of need says come, However filthy, defiled torn and smelly u may be, Come, however heavy and whenever laden He will wash you whiter than snow The lamb say, COME.
Posted on: Sat, 04 Oct 2014 22:54:15 +0000
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